Below is the poem entitled Bullets, Balloons, Body which was written by poet
Guha. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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"I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you . . ."
A Rambling Poet
A river on my left
Rail tracks on my right
Yet the aim of a gun is my only sight.
A weapon heavier than me
A lover stronger than thee
And colored balloons under a tree.
An eye settling for the perfect gun-eye injury
A weapon close to a heart which (ironically) has never known fury.
Blue, Green, Red, Yellow
Each color in a row.
My finger on the trigger
And a mind of vigor
Shot four of them dead
Yet not a tear was shed.
On undressing myself the same day
I saw the same colors of May
On my thighs, breasts and arm,
A reflection of his charm.