Holy Land By No Means Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Two doggies wagging tails at this slut,
Shylock she eying a pound of cut,
One is the foe's foe red,
The ‘ther offers some aid,
One hits hole-in-one, one putters put.
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A neighbour on India's west (that named itself as holy land)is being wooed by two:one from Wild West and another from the land of red sun. This holy land's perennial weapon: Keep me in good humour or else you know I've nuclear weapons that can go in wrong hands.
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Happenings |30.11.2019|
Topic: weapon, world