Shells and words are alike
They take a hideout in the mind
They seek for a reason to blow up
They are innocent to attack the innocents
They go calm after making a qualm
They destruct in resonance, yet disown
They make a spell, as well as a hell
They lash and smash at ease
They make and break the peace
When words call the shells
Shells fall on the timid’ knees
Both silence the truth
With their shattering noise
The naive’s words are the shells
The coward speak in shells
Courage is not raining shells
Courage is embracing with love
You’ve made many scars on your mother
Yet ye say, thee love her!
Haha..!
Mashook Rahman
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