THE VOICE OF THE BULLET!

THE VOICE OF THE BULLET!

 

Bottled inside the revengeful gun:

Left unknown about the pathetic destination,

To be or not to be cannot be with me,

Triggered not by procrastinated Hamlet,

Madly held by the beastly militant!

 

I don’t die even after taking a life:

But the shooter and the shot do disappear,

With reproduced antagonist I always stay here,

Bullets have nothing but the pullers have murderous instinct,

Inside me is often determined by the thinktank!

 

My birth on this earth is to disown:

A soul from the heartless vindictive body,

Even to extinct an innocent I should be ready,

But I shouldn’t be considered as children of the war field

As sons are the culprits in the evolutionary weapon trade!

 

You cannot make me vanish:

As long as you gallantly relish,

About battle and border to diminish,

You need to plant and grow a harmonious mindset,

As I am only a manufactured bullshot!

 

The digital nephews and nieces of mine:

Dismember the populated planet with less strain,

get handled effortlessly by the invisible men,

Can dance in the sky to supply marvelous pain,

Do pore down like a bloodthirsty rain!

 

Rewrite the history without triumph and glory:

With them the pages prove to be shallow and weary,

On them the gunners and the sinners scripted as eulogized Fairey,

To find a place they come in furry,

In my death let calmness and tolerance be free!

 

Dr. U. Mahendran.

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