Cold Minds

Embracing this low and calm fumes Adopting these reserved maneuvering skills Rehearsing my lines daily…hoping to perfection I wish to be the extra prototype when the curtain rises up I will majestically bow to the jury…doubting their frown Here with me…will compose the best speech With my specs; you will see an intelligent poet Yet with my hands you will lay an author of the future Now we are a little far away from the spotlight… On the road we are pedestrians…of course Christians Now we weep, now we creep out with terror Last night I saw the fellow; he was a sad veteran Weirdly he seemed killed already only that he wasn’t berried Poor soldier; dead already just a moving corpse waiting for An open grave… So much I had wanted to tell him…when I stared at him wobbling Zonked, I couldn’t help a tear from falling The war had consumed so much of his good smiles and the blissful memos When he embraced me…he whispered to my left ear and said; ‘Do you know how to pull a trigger aah!?’ I answered no…you should learn son as he sighed with discomfort The was ache in his left leg…I loved him much he died the next evening It’s always like that for me… I am rehearsing my agony…so hurting