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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