Message As One Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

More than hundred children
Are now in coffin
For close embrace to holy land
See the part of cruel hand

See the agony of parents?
Who shall wipe their face?
Oh God, little children are massacred
Many were seen scared on floor and dead

I heard anchor of show
How from today will we go?
With same attitude and hear another blast?
Where will we land and last?

Thousands of my countrymen weep
Over the ghastly murder and keep
Single resolve not to allow their feet
On our sacred land for unholy mind to cheat

I weep, my family weeps
The tears are falling and voice trips
Such is effect on our mind
The Islam is kind but how to terms its people as unkind

Let no more death take place?
Make it clean case
If religion is one
Make almighty and its message as one