A Gun on my head - BY BEJAN DARUWALLA
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Shree
Ganeshaya Namah
A
Gun on my head
By
Bejan Daruwalla
I see sound
Hear light
Time comes in myriad shapes and sizes
Maybe it is a ball
Spiked with all the metals
All the colours you can possibly have
And a few you have never seen, or
hope to see.
Words turn to water
They laugh and ripple and weep.
A gun is on my head
I know it cannot kill
It has no bullets.
But it can kiss
If you press the trigger
It will explore laughter and joy
The gun knows it
World, be ready for it
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