Debanjan Dhar

(14.6.1989 / Calcutta)

I Dont Have A Gun


Guns are a man’s best friend I suppose -
Would just give you what you need instead of crying a hose.
Talk to me woman when you are not a lady.
I’ll see you one last time before my hands are no more shaky.
A man may never know his time well enough,
Some carry a thought some share a laugh.
Despair and Hope shall die hand in hand
Oh, what a relief!
And if it happens to be that the letter never ends,
It would mean I had been called on again by my friends.
Beloved sharpshooters but their range is far too short and
So they fall by inches from your feet and the mission aborts.
Of all the things said and all that are never,
A man may never know the justice of a river.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 03, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 23, 2013

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