i can hear echoes of cruelty a few blocks away...
and the air is still engulfed with smokes and smell of blood from the massacres two weeks ago...
every once in a while i see glimpse of lightning from the horizon...
i too hear thunder from a distance...
snapping me out of my daze at intervals...
chills are running down my spine as i think about tomorrow...
i shut my eyes and mumbled a few prayers...
"Good luck to all of us..." are the only words i could muster...
"Am i fit physically and psychologically for the war of half the decade?"
I waited for a reply but...
Only silence reverberates within my tent...
I do not know what sunrise has in store for me the next day...
But whatever happens, i will still take pride in all the previous marches...
And... i shall not die in vain....
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