"sameer" poems
sameer is niice
sameer's glasses are nice too.
but sameer's moja-topi
is not very cool.
sameer is a sucker,
because he read this poem.
the time is over bye.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 10:01 PM UTC
It was an exceedingly hot and sultry summer day in the bylanes of Kabul. Lt.Sameer Sharma had missed the chance of catching the prodigal engineer turned terrorist Abdul at the marketplace.But now he had an ace in his deck,the enigmatic Dr.Rizwan, a doctor by day and spy by night.
Here they were near a warehouse at a nondescript military base.Any second now,a glimpse of the adversary could be caught.
"Over there",shouted Rizwan,pointing his gun towards the massive box.As deftly as a cat ,Sameer slowly moved towards the box.It was a cat.
Another voice was heard in the floor above.It was Abdul.
He ran.
They ran.
It could all have been over in a minute.Years of espionage and intelligence work boiled downed to one chase.
They chased. A chance . The only chance.Four shots were fired.
They saw the corpse.They were jubilant."Finally" cried......
"Finally",cried Musa as he shared a smoke with Rizwan.
There laid the body of Lt.Sameer in a pool of blood.
Betrayal had never been more stylish.
The End.
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 11:56 AM UTC