In The Loud Noise Of Supersonic Bullets Poem by Mohammad Younus

In the loud noise of supersonic bullets,
A little sparrow perched on the old Chinār bough,
Pensively staring as if from the balcony,
At an oldman -being dragged down from his car,
By the uniformed gunners, insanely drunk,
Pumping bullets into his chest,
Slurring: Bharatmata Kee Jay!
Lying in the pool of blood on the roadside,
On the cruelest summer day at Sopore,
Blood vapours flying up, shaping into blood clouds,
Floating in the skies, foreshadowing the apocalyptic event,
Brutes! Masquerading as security persons!

A three year old child riding on his grandpa's chest,
Being lifted up in his arms by the merciless gunner,
Like a hunter holding in his palm an injured bird!
Or rather like a war veteran displaying -
His Military Service Award

Mykoul