Md. Asadullah

Silver Star - 4,368 Points (11th july)

My Enemy Let Us Compete - Poem by Md. Asadullah

My enemy let us compete,
in game unique, offbeat.

This is my father's vintage gun,
using it we'll have some fun.

Rules of the game let us fix,
bullet is one, chambers are six.

Rotate the chambers putting bullet in one,
where is the bullet will be known to none.

Pointing each one's head in turn,
we'll pull off the trigger one by one.

At the very outset brain can rend
or game can go till the very end.

Six times of nervous thrust
is enough to make the projectile burst.

With anguish and pain looser will yell,
very soon his soul will reach fiery hell.

Winner's anger and hate will get a vent,
future will give him enough time to repent.

My enemy let us compete,
in game unique, offbeat.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 1, 2014

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