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Young Minds Speak Poemoung Minds Speak Poem

Jou rney of a BulletBulletBullet

As I fly from the rim of this weapon, With the same breezy carriage
I and my siblings I and my siblings

Adore this beautiful world. Used almost everyday
Full of wonder and void of nothing To reach Hell.

At this moment of ephemeral truth In my country's border of pastel hues
I simply just want to convey Where soldiers fight and severe limbs

That after staying in my shell Of enemies on the line and little brinks
A brief history in time aspiring my presence to do the honors

I am amazed to look at this world. I am a coat of arms

The leaves bidding farewell A soldier's necklace
to its creator And an Army's pride
Leaving this world Still I ponder over

With a dried up heart My need to exist.

Still lively enough As your pain increase
To dance it's way to heaven I'm sorry to stay

In this old world new within
Having the potential to regain Your abode of dreams

its love and smiles back Craving absolute
My existence only questions Escape

Whether the innocent souls And hope for your
should depart or get scarred? Healing.

From life till death. If I reincarnate
The culprit holding my shelter of doom I would want to become

Pushing this bullets back That enticing leaf

with forceful and agonizing shoot True
I, having no fault of mine Enjoying and
Nor any help to stop myself. cheerfully living

getting pinned within this satin skin Being the apostle

of a gentle soul within nature's
Begging to live Treasure cove.

From this heartless and demonic
Tanmay Singhal
Duke of arms
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B.Sc., 1 year

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