Halt this disgrace of disgraces
You are up against rivers
As secret as our
roiling tide
How many horrors must we bear?
More than we can count; less than you may forget
From the pieces of my back
Halt this disgrace of disgraces
Against this bale of darkness, rest now
Before battle for paper and place
Our trenches will one day be gardens
Rest now, my friend, young soldier
(The poet is the author of the bestselling 'Last Song of Dusk', among others. His new memoir 'Loss' will be released later this year.)
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(Published 25 January 2020, 20:14 IST)