Silent dusk,
a tear sizzles down his cheek –
solitary;
the solider wishes for Santa.
Gleaming lights of the city,
makes him long for
home;
his eyes set on the sky.
Trailing between December clouds,
a sparkle of reindeer dust –
his longing fingers
a new sunrise in his eyes.
And yet, his vulnerable fingers…
he steps back, teary-eyed
reindeer dust or another gun shot?
Merry Christmas, Soldier!
Why has this poem also come in to the Poetry Zone under the name Ishaan Singh Sarna? Please explain.