Killing Feilds!

I was mistaken
He wanted to kill me for a deer
In some dense forest
They came with all their gears
For a hunting, no prejudice
They thought, it moves
And true, I moved for my limbs!
Little later, there was a cry
They have shot someone else
In the field
They thought, there is no name
No identity, no fruit of tomorrow
‘we better off to a new terrain,
We better cleanse it off, for
a smooth path’.
After few minutes, another bang in my eardrum
It reverberates, recoiled like a spring:
You hold it tight and it sprung.
Some rallies, some cries…
Damn it, my ear was not a tin drum!
Again, little far away from my grave
They stroll and dogs barked!

***(August 08, 2009)****