I am haplessly entrenched near a road,
Bogged down by the war's heavy load.
Then as I view the skirmish ahead,
My mind is overcome with a dread.
I can not envision what lies beyond,
That curve, that field, that placid pond.
Will I encounter bloodshed, captivity and tears,
Or will I overcome my deeply rooted fears?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem