As A Free Fire Player Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

We playing Free Fire Games,
You with a gun,
I too with a gun going somewhere,
Rocking and going.

I a commando,
You a commando,
We two rockstars, cowboys
Free firing.

I too in the military fatigue,
You too in the military
And both of us playing
Free Fire games, firing indiscriminately,
Hiding and firing and firing.

I in search of the enemies,
The enemies too in search of me,
They hiding and firing
And I hiding and firing.

But feel energetic
When helicopters and safety jackets
Are given to on way
While in positions and taking on.

Sometimes in the warrior helmets
And jackets,
Fire-proof jackets
Shells not so effective.

I too in search of the heavy fighters
Readying my copter
To fire from the top floors
Of the buildings.

I on the radar hearing
The hum of the fighter planes,
through the wireless tracking
Their whispers and talks of fire, fire.

They with their men,
I too with my own going slowly
In fear and suspense,
Looking around and going.