Bombs Blast

Bombs Blast Monoj Panday Bombs blast Bombs are blasting everywhere Only the segments Only the fragments Blood and flesh of innocent people Their aspirations Blown in the air Their dreams Smashed in the sky Nobody knows Bombs are blasting All left home And become homeless And he is waiting in that place Stretching his bold two hands Bombs are blasting Blood is melting Its colour has changed Coming down from his blue eyes.