The lethal bullets of sorrow <br />Aim at our rosy morrows, <br />By the cruel devilish FATE, <br />Push the men through sadness gate. <br />Cruel death is a helping mate, <br />Eager to share his blood -filled plate. <br /> <br />The bullet targets our jobs, <br />Pellet pierces our hopes. <br />The shrapnel shatters our ties, <br />The smoke smothers our sighs. <br />Battered love cries, and dashed dream sobs, <br />And lo! frail heart quivers to cope. <br /> <br />Some sheds tear dry, some sheds wet, <br />Blaming tight-lipped heavenly gate. <br />Some hides their pain in joyous muse, <br />Some reveals it in word obtuse. <br />No one is immune to attacks, <br />Save men trudging on divine tracks. <br /> <br />Dr Hitesh C Sheth <br />01/05/2009<br /><br />Dr Hitesh Sheth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bullets-of-sorrow/
