Dream

</></>Am I hearing the gun shots, whistling by.......
or is it the sound of birds in my ears......
I am waiting for a glimpse of those enemies....
who lay hidden.......hiding from soldiers....

I hold my gun tight, aiming at the point.....
There whistles a shot just beside my head....
My life is in danger, and I wait for stranger....
As I keep looking, there goes a sound....

There goes a sound....and I lift up my head....
to see all running....with guns in their hands...
I wonder what to do, my mind is all shut......

Suddenly I think of my beloved...who is waiting for me...
Far away in my village, with our future within her...
I dream of the day, when I can hold my child in my arms
When I can cuddle and kiss and love to my hearts content.

With an anger in me, and the instinct of an animal
I pounce on my enemies.....who makes life miserable for me...
It was with a vengeance, I shot at them...
dropping each one dead down one by one.....

With the hope in me...to live a peaceful life
with the desire to hold my baby in my arms.
I end up the shots, and end up the fight
The fight to save my country, .......
The fight to save my nation.......

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Prasanna Kumari 04 December 2012

there is intense feeling in those lines....

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