The Drone
The Drone
Md Sohel Mondal
The reek hung in air
Still hurts my heart,
When I gape the sky
To get touch of water.
The hovering home of bombs
Sprinkles venom like snakes
Taking urn of revenge
For we have snatched their earth!?
What a fool am I?
Land I lent them
To bind bomb-bullets
But, turned into burst-place.
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