Pool Of Blood Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Pool of blood

Dove has no place to go
Nowhere peace to blow
In earnest and wonder!
What has happened to people who live here?

No place is safe
Bombs are thrown at café
People die while taking sip
Where else they go and keep entertainment?

No shall find place in heaven
As it will be occupied by terrorists who have gone
From here with stained blood
As it was misunderstood

So peace is just an illusion
People are dying in confusion
Innocent bleed and crowd remain in pool at praying hall
Such is creation of hatred wall

So whom do we remember?
And offer prayers
As you may show me no God
And I shall lie in pool of blood