just in my dream
I saw a killer
firing his own shadow
running fast to escape
from the crowd
but random firing
from his own gun
he could not stop
unnumbered bullets
coming out
from his hand machine
ceaseless and the killer
running speedy
speedy and haunted
nothing were there
to stop his gun!
Pranab k c
04/06/2015
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