THE KILLER / Poem by Jagdish Prakash

 
 
 
Poem by Jagdish Prakash
 
 
THE KILLER
 
I don’t have a name
I don’t even have a face
I’m known for the way
I wield the gun
I don’t know their brands
I even don’t know the brands of those whom I kill
Kashmir, Kabul, Syria, Lebnon
They are same
Same people like me,
Like mother, wife, sister , brother
Men, women and children
Same shape, same face
Similar smiles, similar cries
Taste of their tears is same
Colour of their blood
Too is red
I just want to see them dead
Their shrieks and cries
Blood oozing from their body parts
Painting the earth red I do
I kill, yes, I kill
I’m ruthless, they call me
Yes, I am
I’m insensitive
Yes, I am
But I don’t know
Why I cried,
Tasted the tears
When told that my son
Back home was killed
By someone unknown!

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