Wherever Go I, Find I The Free Fireman Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Going to shoot,
Firing upon,
Running with weapons,
Seeking for refuge,
Searching and hiding
And firing upon
With the weapons,
Guns and cartridges,
Hurling grenades,
Sometimes boxing and hitting
With the bayonet.

The free fire-ian
I find them all around
Surrounded with
They yelling,
Shouting,
Feeling sad for
The backlash,
The retreat,
Playing with
The smartphone

And if stricken,
fired and hit
Asking for
To be revived,
Life given
Just like a military
Going for gallantry,
Bravery awards
Reaching the diamond,
The Heroic levels,