Theme: Festival

Happy Dussehra

Have sent my first missile,
Arrow it turned into bent in half;
Pistol was the next weapon,
Precision-less the aim failed and alas,
Yielded, I swallowed my pride.

Determined I sent a rocket,
Utterly it failed to land on the mark;
Serious then, I sent a bio-weapon,
Surely it missed- thanks to some genetic snag;
Empowered  with a WMD
* now, that was my mind,
Rightly I aimed at my conscience,
And telling THE TRUTH nevertheless ----All my demons 
thus finally destroyed.

*WMD = Weapons of Mass Destruction;
DUSSEHRA = A festival in India symbolizing victory of good in one's own self over bad karma.



More By  :  Seshu Chamarty

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