Raveendran N.V. - ! ! Bullet Buddha

It isn’t true to say that
The joke of hiding one’s life
In the cover of a Sugar cane
Didn’t surprise me.
I don’t fail to feel
The wonder of how I escaped either.

No poor was in my mind at that moment,
No cause, save how to save me.
My lungs that swelled
Didn’t appear to be mine.
It was as if the world did turn
Topsy-turvy, for a moment.

For a moment
I mused up on the bedbug
Exposed to the sun’s heat
Running in vain for life.

The renegade’s cannonade had ceased,
And I, Che, alive.
My medical bag was heavy,
But heavier was the ammunition case
Which I chose.

This was not my rebirth -
But was my beginning.

Raveendran N.V.

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