This poem was found,
Laying on the ground
Next to the last human we killed.

The cosmic activities ;
Generated by us have
Shaken up, waken up the Titans.

They are 60 feet tall
And supere strong.
Blood in their eyes,
Beard like wong .

Crumbling us by their feet.
They are all over the Earth,
Searching for all Martians by birth.

I am laying next to
Whom I killed a week before.
Titans searching for me
On land, water and Shore.

I see rocks trumbling by vibrations ;
Fear is bumbling through my body.
They are somewhere here
Getting a lot more near.

By every second....

© Shashwat Jha