So, I stood with my gun,
On top of tiny hill.
I looked for my pawn,
Behind the shrub, still.
No one came that day,
But my anger still stayed.
The memories were raw,
Enough already being said.
I walked miles,
still the gun in my hand.
I imagined humans,
Sometimes shooting in the sand.
I had bullets galore
Given by a “kind man” in mask.
“Use it well”, he said
Complete your task.
All I knew was
I didn’t know enough.
But my anger told me
Enough is enough !!
Those people in uniforms
Took all I had
Those people in uniforms
Were idiots and bad.
The memories were raw,
My hands still seem red.
My brother was handicapped,
My parents were dead.
They threw the bomb
Said the words on street.
He gave me food and shelter
His version seemed legit.
My target was known,
As I walked closer to his home.
My mind was calm,
As light as foam.
I entered that place,
The lavish palace it seemed
Was built from the lakhs
” Informing” was all he did.
My hands were steady,
As I went up the stairs,
My mind was ready,
I was reciting my prayers.
So, I opened the door in a flash,
Entered to find her with a toy.
Her mother seemed to be bathing
She seemed go to play with a Sepoy.
I felt like killing her,
But her face put my anger aside,
Her eyes looked at me,
I melted deep inside.
I tried to stay calm
And finish my target.
She was a small kid,
Nothing to do with us, I bet.
Soon, the child giggled
I hid behind the door
Father father she cried
As she crawled on all four.
Then it struck me
I knew what was wrong
My eyes lit up a little
A distant bird sang a song.
I threw the gun away
I walked towards the unknown
I smiled thinking of her face
As the distant sun shone.