mazHur Butt

Pistol In My Hand

​I took a pistol in my hands
cocked it up and headed forth
on a killing spree.
There were so many enemies
which had hurt me all my life
I wanted to kill them now
I was therefore on a shooting spree
searching for the morons' assemblage
There they were all seated in the corner
across the Ugly Mansion of yore
I moved towards them and took aim
Shot them one by one
until my bullets got finished
Some of my foes were dead
Some badly wounded
I threw away my gun and marched back home
I felt like a human being now
a human being emancipated from the irksome quirks of lust, greed and jealousy
My feelings of hate, revenge, grudge and violence
had vanished like the passing clouds
Nothing burdened my Heart now
I had shunned all my sufferings
by killing most of my hard core enemies
All that remained in my Heart and Soul
was Love and Peace.

Submitted: Thursday, December 12, 2013
Edited: Friday, December 13, 2013
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