The trigger-happy soldiers Are not the only chosen people On this often thirsty ground We are all children of the blood game For all of us Somewhere An enemy exists Real or otherwise All of us carry a gun Visible or hidden Bearing it on our shoulders Or mostly on others’ Waiting to shoot When we fail to achieve What we went for or Whenever illusions shatter And dreams are broken
annonymous
jyotsna_manorama
Posted
on 18-Apr-04 02:37 PM
Couldn't help myself from being carried to emotion when I saw those girls lying over each other in the dark, solitude environment of fear. { The feature posted by SAN in the main screen}
