A Song from Soldier's wife

A slice of the blue moon hangs over-head; 

Millions of red stars are looking to ground;

And the autumn wind is blowing my heart; 

increasingly; fast and never, ever to depart;

when are  the enemy troops to get retreated;

 I shall sing our slogans of victory repeated;

Awaiting for my husband, soon to come back;

 After the long war mission, on his horse back!

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI