D Point Blank Range...
A rose shatters into bullets,
it's petals torn by fire & steel.
Gandhi’s silence, Lincoln’s dream,
both broken at the edge of time.
Gravity drags the bodies down,
yet their voices rise beyond d grave.
Relativity bends the moment—
seconds stretch into eternity’s wound.
At point blank, the cosmos trembles,
infinity watches through d devil’s gaze.
Human nature wrestles with its shadow,
while humanity clings to a fragile flame.
Bullets are questions, roses are answers,
time is the witness, infinity the judge.
Leaders fall, but their echoes bloom—
a garden of sorrow, a garden of hope.
Einstein’s clock ticks through curved space,
Newton’s apple falls with silent grace.
Darwin whispers of survival’s song,
while humanity asks where it belongs.
P.S. Bullets fade, roses remain
(may be inspired from Guns & Roses..
don't know but MG, AL & true leaders)
Vipul Arwade
21.05.2026
