Poetic-Verses

ARAB BOY

Coming from the east
A land so plain and sandy, asking:
‘This computer of yours,
Do you run it with finger batteries?'

And since we've run short of love:
Set an eye on me and say –
‘I will shoot you!'
“With what?”
‘Bull-let'.

I stand to gaze amazed at your world
To know at your size, a four year old
Bullets and
“Computers operated with finger batteries”.