The Drone

Md Sohel Mondal

The reek hung in air

Still hurts my heart,

When I gape the sky

To get touch of water.

The hovering home of bombs

Sprinkles venom like snakes

Taking urn of revenge

For we have snatched their earth!?

What a fool am I?

Land I lent them

To bind bomb-bullets

But, turned into burst-place.