under the blanket of the lonely night, wanderers were few.
A stray grasshopper fell prey to a set of feet,the feet of a man, drawn outdoors by the indoor heat.
The heat not of the summer night but of immense horror and fright,
A face he saw in the mirror tonight
the face of a man who couldn't keep up the fight!
That of a warrior who fled from war,
who was subdued by the mighty enemy's power.
Now his own reflection he felt ashamed to face,
For him this was a long night of shame awaiting a dawn of disgrace!
Indira Shukla
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