It was that I possess a fresh and sharp weapon,
Spontaneously I used its bloody & reflecting middle part;
She was and some were wounded easily but not killed.
Time passes ….
Suddenly I discover it is not so useful now,
I learned, from a man of three heads, some tips,
I use its top part also to select the victims,
They are now seriously wounded,
And sacrificed some drops of blood also-
but not dead when chopped.
Time passes more…
Now it gets too old and matured,
And the second part also is tested and used,
I visit some men of many heads like before…
I learned …..
Now I use only its bayonet like little part,
I kill whenever I intend….
Some who want to suicide search even for,
My weapon first….
But for future I am not so glad
What would its duty?
Memories or the use of its all parts
In different times.
R-sk nurul-2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Metaphysical expression of fun is definitely amazing in this poem shared here. Future makes life glad. This is definitely interesting....10
sir thank you very much......i am inspired by your comment and your..10...... i thought this poem would fail to entertain but your comment assure me....thanks again.