Boston Bomb Blast

That critical moment is here.

It crept in on us suddenly

With its blows in our faces,

And its indelible marks on our hearts

On a day when all hopes are high.

Thousands of athletes on their tracks

On a race of twenty six miles

Aiming at the finishing line

All as a means to an end.

Friends, family members, loved ones, and indigenes

Standing by the rail and at the finishing line

Waitng to cheer on and celebrate their own

Oblivious of the impending doom.

Seconds ran into minutes,

Minutes exchange baton with hours

Before all hopes came down the drain

At the sudden sound of the bomb blast

Which caused damages beyond repair.

People ran in different directions,

All in a state of perplexity.

Stains of blood all over the floor,

Many wounded people lying and crying for help,

Bodies of the dead lying on the bear floor,

Indeed, it was a grievous experience.

The most sorrowful news that jumped at me

Is the death of a young cute child.

An innocent boy of eight

With a heart filled with love and care for the helpless,

A handsome little boy with a glorious future

Who fell victim of the terror attack.

My heart, the hearts of great Bostonians, and those of  the people in the US reach out to his family,

families of the other two victims, and those of the young MIT officer.

May their souls rest in perfect peace.

Now, it's one week after the blast,

And many hearts are still filled with grieve

As memory replays itself

And words like "had I known" may likely force its way out of the mouth of victims

My words of encouragement to you are:

Be strong! Don't give up!

With life, hope is intact

For great days lies ahead for you.