Soldier

the burning curtains, their pattern dazzling like the flicker of flames;
I like dancing in the dark, tall beautiful dames;
I opened my eyes, when fatigue comes upon me;
Pale face, shaved face, who was I to be?
The distant music of the cassette, something was similar to thee
The people I knew an age back,
The nights that were bright and free
Spilling beers, putting cigarette in our heels;
Oh Comrade my Comrade! Forgive me for my atrocities,
I was naive didn’t knew better,
believe me, there was no animosity;
Oh! Was I dreaming again? Was it the movie I saw?
Maybe I will drift away again, the terrors will gape in awe|;

–Saheli Thakur