Talking About Games With My Boy Poem by Moom Rahaman

Talking About Games With My Boy

Rating: 5.0


: What is it?
: A sling shot.
I used to hunt bird with it.
: That's rude
you killed birds,
why?
: that was a game.
we used to roam around
at the garden and forest
hunt sparrow or robin...
It's an old stone age game
once I cook a...
: yak!

: And what is it my boy?
: zombie.
kind of living dead
corpse restore.
: why?
: may be a genetic mistake
or error of a chemical reaction
or virus or a mental disease
or...
: what do they do?
: eat human flesh.
: cannibalism?
: That's an old concept. It's a new video game. High definition.
: O!

Hey you
Sun and moon
Keep your eyes open
I am watching you.

Friday, December 15, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood ,memorial day,timeless
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Dillip K Swain 15 December 2017

An excellent piece of poetry Beautiful craftsmanship

0 0 Reply
Rajnish Manga 15 December 2017

This is a wonderful commentary on the complexities arising out of invasion of technology in our lives. Thanks a lot for sharing this thought provoking piece of poetry.

2 0 Reply
moom rahaman 15 December 2017

love and respect for you. TC

0 0
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success