Gentlemen, I beg your pardon
Hereby, considering you as my sole guardian
Don’t send me to the battle ground
The mere sight of the gun makes me frown!
I am scared for not being prepared
My butt will get hurt and make an ugly sound
So dare not send me to the battle ground!!
My poetic fingers cannot pull the stubborn triggers!
The enemy will attack , seeing me relaxed !
So I decide my fate before it is too late!
If i have to serve the nation
I shall do with my creation
I can only throw an ink
Not a bomb as you think ..
so You can send me to the literary agents
As my true verses can earn dollars and cents.
so here is my statement
against this predicament !
the sight of the gun will make me frown
don' t send me to the battle ground !
Authors note- for all those poets or dreamers who are unwilling to join the army !