Marvelous melancholy
Lifts me high
In the flight of unique missile
War-head nucleus
Radar-cheater and escaping the track
To be detected by the anti-aircraft missiles
Feel quiet weightless
When it fires nuclear weapons
On the bright cities and the shopping malls
The flag of civilization who carries proudly
Just after repeated explosions
By the callous condemnation of the first-world--
I do feel the mothers and husbands
Fathers and brothers of third-world
Who have lost all their relations, resident, earning
During long time on the surface even at present also
Laughing loud at least once in their lifetime
My melancholic wings spread wide
To leave the earth forever because the earth
Getting dry wit unbearable temperature
And all the proud cities in the map
Simply the burning lines not more than this
After dropping missiles and N-bombs
War-plane can't find the runway from where it started
No problem another explosion awaits
For the plane which lifted me an threw... !
Pranab k c
29/02/2024
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