Battle tanks
In the cramped up space
Of a womb that is stretched
Foetuses fret, profusely sweat
Waiting to be newly born
While a rush of hate
Commands and dictates
Keep rushing through the
Umbilical cord
Bound by duty
And a solemn pledge
Or just out of, aggressiveness
Womb decides to finally respond
It shudders with pain
Pushes and strains
To deliver it’s load of, fire and death
On the unseen world
Waiting outside
©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
Hate and weapons make for drastic consequences
Nice poetry blog .
Thanks a lot for going through the poems. Much appreciated.
Most welcome !