Have sent my first missile, Arrow it turned into bent in half; Pistol was the next weapon, Precision-less the aim failed and alas, Yielded, I swallowed my pride.
Determined I sent a rocket, Utterly it failed to land on the mark; Serious then, I sent a bio-weapon, Surely it missed- thanks to some genetic snag; Empowered with a WMD* now, that was my mind, Rightly I aimed at my conscience, And telling THE TRUTH nevertheless ----All my demons thus finally destroyed.
*WMD = Weapons of Mass Destruction;
DUSSEHRA = A festival in India symbolizing victory of good in one's own self over bad karma.
