HOW WILL I?

How will I send a message to him?

No dark clouds to send a message

Not even gushing wind to go that far

Possible even birds dare to fly there

In that fire and smoke of the war cruel

He, amidst those shower of bullets

        Death dangling over his head, all the time

Oh God, I feel that heat and fire here

Though miles away I sit in solitude waiting

I don’t know if it is ethical to expect now.

But I crave for a single word from him, I do

Though black and white and typed word only

Me, the soul a soldier’s wife, aches for it.