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The Shot (Snipper's Gaze)

Sweating, from a distance,
Palm blistering still

My rifle seeks a chance
To lock a perfect kill.

Striking the photographer's pose
Amid sandy sweats

Waving on the fountain of my nose
Steaming my lens wet.

My arm still-steady
Like a robotic mannequin,

Eyes yet not ready,
Prey visibly unseen.

So I stood still as silence,
With a squinting stare

Submitting to the jungle's ambience
And my instincts utmost care.

A glint passes by
My target was locked,

Making my patience sigh
And my blink knocked.

I bit my lip
And lowered my finger,

Taking a sip
Of breath for the trigger.

Kposaar!!! Goes the thud of hell,
Silence awakens.

A head shot and he fell,
His skull broken.

Attack!!!...

The Shot (Survivor)

Many bodies decaying in the bush
Some manuring dead trees to life
And a soldier wanders into its track of dangerous rife,
Knowing he could be them in a second but further he pushed.
His gun grew hungry and his dagger thirsty
And his tongue swam in flooded desert.
He walked, he crawled and rolled
Till sleep dressed up in death's garment
And tried to seduce him.
He could no longer smell life
But he had to survive,
If not for anything but for the tale.

Night came and the cold crept in,
Death seem closer to him
As he stares at his dark picture on the ground,
The moon flashed its teeth and the bush dimly glow,
Allowing him take another look at his surrounding...
Still nothing...
Help seems to have absconded.... he mused.

Tired and hopeless,
The music in his heart began to loose its beat,
The dreaded door of death began to open
With a billowing cold from heat,
But one sound was confusing to him,
It was like the earth was falling down...
He closed his eyes to surrender to death
But it fled, its cowardice amused him
And that he wondered till few saving hands grabbed him.

He decided to wait for death's return
And stole a peep from his funeral.
He had been nicely dressed but his beret was tilted wrongly,
His signature dark glasses glued dusty dust,
So he lifted up his hand to mend them
For even in death his handsomeness shouldn't be tainted.

He made a move,
He heard a voice,
He opened his eyes
And he was in a chopper
Being airlifted to his base.

The Shot (Parting Prayer)

Obedient gun,
Honour me,
Show me your loyalty isn't for fun

Musical gun
Entertain me,
Sing me that "ta! ta!! ta!!" sound of pun

Pretty gun
Attract my preys
So I can charm them one by one

Smoking gun
Protect me,
Let my trigger make death run

Coughing gun
Are you now sick?
Or has your enemy refuse to rise like the sun?

Crying gun
Wipe your arm,
For your sweat will soon be gone

Talking gun
Humour me
With the victories we have won

Faithful gun
Don't betray me
Squirt death turn by turn

Feable gun,
Don't stop.... (...............)
Oh see what death has done

Silent gun
Deafen me
Let my fears get lost to never return

Loving gun
Lay with me
Till my bones are worn

Mourning gun
Weep not
Loving you was fun

Saluting gun
Call me at my grave
The hero that i have become.