He walked through time,
Met a Samurai.
We spoke of the peace,
Sat with Fat Man,
Played with Little Boy.
Little Boy stood by the wall,
Dark marks, silent, tall.
I thought of ghosts,
But he said no,
The Plutonium had left its show.
A bright mashroom cloud eat the sky,
Too strong for any cry.
People gone in a blink,
Only shadows left to think.
Shadows on the wall stay,
Silent proof of that day.
Dreams were broken, lives were lost,
Peace was gone, a heavy cost.
Führer & the Bulldog rose with cruel fire,
Spoke with hate, spread desire.
Rules were made, but still men fight,
Greed and pride block the light.
We chase dreams, we chase control,
But greed can burn the human soul.
The blood, the poisonous dreams, the rise, the fall,
All are shadows on the wall.
P.S. — Fat Man, Little Boy & the silent Observer....
Vipul Arwade
02.01.2026
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