Bombs Blast

Bombs Blast

                                 Monoj Panday

Bombs blast

Bombs are blasting everywhere

Only the segments

Only the fragments

Blood and flesh of innocent people

Their aspirations

Blown in the air

Their dreams

Smashed in the sky

Nobody knows

Bombs are blasting

All left home

And become homeless

And he is waiting in that place

Stretching his bold two hands

Bombs are blasting

Blood is melting

Its colour has changed

Coming down from his blue eyes.