With Loud Bang Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
With Loud Bang
With loud bang
I was loosing my sense with loud bang
Sudden burst of cracker’s sound and rang
Big explosion near by and I found senseless
As if no body parts attached and wound on face
I wanted to shout but could not
I tried to move little forward and fought
But of no use and cries all over
How to run for shield or cover?
In seconds it was all over
The dark clouds were seen however
The rain started to pour
I felt so sad with pain and soar
I saw the bodies scattered
My all dreams shattered
It was just bang and loud explosion
Humanity y was on shame with many questions
I want to speak but can’t
I wish to see and want
But I fail as my body doesn’t cooperate
I want to show something and narrate
Please come someone here and pick
People rush from here with panic
Many lay on ground motionless
Awkward and ghastly scene to see and face
O god, hear my prayers and rescue
I am unable raise my voice and review
Who are all fallen victims to attack?
Why so many lives at risk and stake?
May be scores of people lying dead
Many concerns are possibly seen or read
They had all come with high hopes
Their life was merely hinged on ropes
Can I speak for a while?
I can’t do it for while
My body wishes but unable to do
Only life is left there to feel true
Oh God, give them some lesson
To pick innocent lives can be no reason
They are dear and near to someone
Few losses here and there may help no one
Thousands more may die in such fashion
Bereaved families may loudly cry and get mention
But how long we may bear such losses?
What are we doing to protect when silent are the bosses?
*Bomb explosion near high court in India*
Michelle Clay Hamlin I couldn't imagine being right there. You wrote this very vividly about an hour ago · Like
Sonam Moni Very very tragic all overthe World is a dead land, , , , , blood, , every where, , , , , , where we are standing! ! ! nice poem! ! 4 minutes ago
Posted By: malinikadir - on September 8,2011 pathetic the way we silent accede to it all....very well bought out in this poetry...friend [ Request review ]
Ravi Anantharaman Bombs only create countless tombs. Bombs are devices born out of man's frustrations and protests at various levels and frustrations in turn create more frustration. Frustration cannot be minimized by more creation of frustration. Agony cannot be lessened by the creation of more agony but we are only resorting to this path. So long as man settles for the thought that to protest is his birth right, war and bomb blast, which are higher forms of protest and agitation would exist amidst us. Did Christ or Nabi told about such birth rights? We have to reflect. To protest is not our birth right but it only shows our helplessness. Why can't man love man beyond all differences? So long as this idea is not there within our scope, bomb blasts are bound to be there. We would say of the inefficiency of the government etc. It could be true. Suppose, the government takes very stringent measures. I expect more bomb blasts. Bomb blasts are intricately connected with fanaticism, political and religious bigotry etc. If one man is caught, one million is behind him in support. This is the real explosive situation. In this one million is included various groups of religion, various political parties etc. May god bless you. about a minute ago via · Like
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This was really touching, sir. I completely empathize with your feelings in this poem. Regards, Preeta Chandran, New Delhi Sep 10,2011