Shishir Gupta Poet Free verse

Shot At the Shot

Bullseye,
on dot,
marksman,
archer,
and a great shot,
each aim,
for him was a killed game,
he struck fear,
when he began to shake,
and have his armament leer,
he did not know,
that his days,
were near for taking a bow,
another of his clan,
had a long plan,
this time when he took the aim,
and could utter victim's name,
a little pain traversed,
from his temple to temple,
and he bowed and fell,
in a pool of blood ample.

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