Summer Or Winter , Guns Are Thirsty For Blood

Written by: Mehnaz Veetil

                                

                                          
                                            'midst winter snow flakes
                                     masked men like black moths,with guns...
                                          shots ooze out  thick blood.



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                                                     under  summer sun
                                              skinny  boys playing in slums...
                                                 guns meet orphaned cries.