Amnesiac Memory It starts with Just a trigger A buzzer, an alarm. A shot fired from a practicing gun. A dart of aim, A gong of cacophony, Rattle of screeching steel tyres Its skin, tearing apart. Fire sparks stretching on the road. My voice, a shrill of tongue Still unheard. Hard rain dripping Striking the tin roof. Any sound is a game here Playing with the disturbed politics. Sounds metamorphosed to war cries Creativity escaping through bullet holes. Broken vase of poetry Dead flowers of elegy Decorating the epitaph Of silenced sound of amnesiac memory. Is it also easy to forget war?