The Wish to Have a Gun

By Garima Dixit

The age when I was a child,

A stranger tried to shoot me at the site,

That day my attraction wasn't a spear,

But I wish to have a gun,

To make people like them scare.

That dark night,

Gave me the power to fight,

That beautiful dream,

When I was holding the gun tight,

And my fingers were on trigger,

Making the fear of that stranger bigger.

The day when I demanded for a gun,

My parents gave me....

but it was just of hundred and one,

I rejected that and requested for a real one..

At last my dad warned me,

My mother scolded me,

But the wish to have a gun still pokes me...

By Garima Dixit