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Weapon

I was at daggers drawn with my enemy

I was mad at defeating him,

So,a weapon I needed,

a weapon uncommon

that would make him bite the dust.

Hatred made me furious,

restless and an alien.

One day I saw my mother in dream,

I was in her lap and

She was ruffling my hair

And I was red in anger.

She was just adoring me.

Next day I went to my enemy

with a bouquet,

He threw it and drove me away.

Next day I sent him a bouquet

He smashed my flowers.

I stopped sending.

One day the doorbell rung,

My enemy came with a bouquet.

Said"come my friend".

That night my mother came and

whispered "How was the weapon!"

◄ The Unfading You

THE BOG ►

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AVISHEK GHOSH

Sat 4th Aug 2018 05:32

Thanks a lot.Your comments are like blessings.

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Fri 3rd Aug 2018 21:13

loves armoury has always been at our disposal. All we have to do is keep its doors open!

Loved this Avishek!



Rose ?

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Martin Elder

Thu 2nd Aug 2018 22:46

Sometimes love can be the greatest weapon at our disposal as it brings about reconciliation and hope
Nice one

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Shruti

Thu 2nd Aug 2018 14:12

Beautiful one Avishek

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Thu 2nd Aug 2018 07:47

I like this poem, it carries a vital message. We should all try and make peace with our enemies.

Well done Avishek! Thank you. Jane

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