guns
you come
in many form
steel,rubber and water
even in air
when children
play and go
phew phew phew
with their duck
lips and all
but you are not
only to kill
but you are
to save
when troubles
come or not
but problems arises
when everything
goes wrong
so as for now
water gun
is enough
till dawn
-Ana Taka
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