Doom's Day Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It was proving day of the doom
There was hope or left with any room
Everybody thought I would die next moment
Such were the hopeless and sad comments

I was rushed to hospital in comma condition
I was blinded by powerful explosion
It was planted on the cycle carriage
They had planned and successfully managed

The life was running normal in street
The terrorists had chosen to meet
At isolated place and worked out
To witness their deadly attack and talk about

We were moving in unconcerned state
As every was rushing to the work very late
Such was an ideal situation to catch people unaware
As they won’t be able to retaliate or dare

Only human beings are easy targets
They have to succumb to fate
But certain things we can’t leave to terrorists
They may be powerful but be twisted on wrists

I had picked unknown object
It was bright pack enough to attract
It was nice and cleverly managed Como fledge act
I fell pray to their powerful tact

I got lesson not to pick anything unknown
Though it’s impact and result was already known
I was saved thorough timely medical attention
The poem needs to be added with clear mention

I am alive because of people’s participation
They know and act with in anticipation
Such incidences can’t be stopped altogether
Yet they can be avoided from spreading further