Be Thou A Trigger In My Hand Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Be Thou A Trigger In My Hand
Rating: ★5.0
Shoes on, a man walks,
Crushing under a few ants,
But he scarce this knows.
Nor yet the ants know.
His day's job duly well done,
Death moves on to next.
Man was a trigger
To killing claws of Nature,
The bullet finds ants.
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Reflections |13.07.2019|
Tuesday, July 16, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
In Mahabharata war, Krishna encourages Arjun to do his duty. But he is reluctant to fight and kill his brothers, friends, elders, and gurus. Krishna says: Think not O Arjun that you are the killer. You're only a trigger in my hand. Even without you these, your rivals, are duly done by their fate.
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12/8/2025 3:22:02 PM # 1.0.0
Man was a trigger To killing claws of Nature, The bullet finds ants....so touching and true. Beautifully crafted. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for appreciating this poem, dear KM.