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Friday, November 16, 2007

three bullets of survival..

"A sign of thought to Nandigram dispute"...jazeel

yes , i got three bullets back..

the count of survival...

like a wall of evil,

the windows wer alwayz all closed.

wen i peeped through the cleavage;

found a drop about to fall.

no the puppy havn't let it fall...

along the way it ran afriad,

heard the clang of weapons again...

those lands belong to us..

fenced one from our vision...

itz not a matter of joy...

the life as a refugee being the host...

ther was joy,ther was peace..

wen ther was..,

the strait of understanding most...


Again i counted.1..2...3

yes, i got three bullets back...

one i kept aside for my family...

to bring them bak, i need one...

for sure i became little selfish...

kept aside the second one...

and am compelled to keep

the other one for my fenced dreams...

i counted again, yes itz three...

i counted again and again...

yes itz three bullets back...

Expecting my ear drum b proper...

yes now th clangs are all over...

over another way of protest...

litted little fire of courage...

lifted myself out for voyage,

the one draining the blood sea...

the one bringing dignity...

i counted again...1...2...3

yes , i got three bullets back...

three bullets of survival...

loaded my gray cells...

with those bullets of courage...

ways wer always forward being a comrade...

(not completed)

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