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| S.KANNAN |
You’d feel that
The sword is full of
Remorse,
When you see it
Lying on the floor,
After the ruthless carnage.
It’s shining blade
Covering itself
With oozing blood.
But, the Gun
Is never Like that.
It will Sleep like
A kid, right next to the one
Who committed suicide,
And you’d imagine,
That it might spring out suddenly
And gawk at his father’s face..!
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