The Toy Gun. Poem by Avik Datta Gupta
The Toy Gun.
The little boy fired his toy gun,
A common sight for our eye,
It is just a game, it's just for fun,
As someone pretends to die!
Shooting the gun is no big deal!
As those thriller flicks portray,
Lives are cheap, anyone can kill!
As long you live anyway!
The real gun, is no more a toy!
But is used as a toy instead,
The man using it is now an angry boy
Now none can pretend to be dead!
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