Only One More Minute

“It’s time” said the holy man,
“Gear up” and my journey began,
Journey towards the end,
Am sitting in the back of Holy Pick Up,
Words of wisdom come as boost up,
I try to recollect the time,
When I was taken away against
Ma’s will,
“He is going to serve the Lord” he said,
“Heavens would open their doors” he said,

10 minutes to detonation,
10 minutes more of mortality,
10 minutes of flash backs,
10 minutes, and I would be knocking on heaven’s door,

I walk to the busiest place,
Ironical, but this would get me solace,
Inflict maximum damage,
That’s what Lord wishes,
Be it child, be it old, all gory pieces,
I feel a bit restless,
I feel a lot more anxious,I am about to be blown to smithereens
Maximum Damage, I guess that’s what they mean,
I can’t go back,
They won’t take me back,
Death inevitable,
I look for needle in haystack,

1 minute to detonation,
1 minute more to immortality,
1 minute to news flash,
1 minute, and my head could be in that drug store,

I am panicking as the dreaded second draws closer,
I am sweating as my thumb, on remote, gets closer,

Don’t know why I feel for my family now,
Don’t know why I feel for their families now,
Should I break the holy vow?
But,
For a fraction I see blood,
For a fraction I hear a thud,
For a fraction I feel the pinching pain,
In a fraction I leave that ever-lasting stain…….

This is about the last ten minutes of a suicide bomber,about how he feels that he is wrong but its too late to pull out.