Here, is a two-year old trying
to wake up his dead mother,
there, is a young girl weeping
uncontrollably for her brother.
Their only child gone missing
the man and woman have gone crazy.
Sitting in the corner of the holy building
the old man is shell-shocked by this frenzy.
Yusuf,a father of three had left home
hopefully, in search of work.
Ajoy,a newly wed was returning home
starry-eyed, from work.
Stephen,a talented singer
had come with dreams colourful.
Raghavan,an enterprising engineer
was here with ideas resouceful.
But faceless terrorism has them muffed
with their dreams shattered.
Compunctionless terrorists have rendered
their simple lives battered.
Everywhere innocuous-looking people
are planting gelatin sticks
which are easily available
for Rs.50/-like candy sticks.
'Oh! Who will Weep for Them?'
cries sadly a newspaper caption.
Millions of voiceless people are with them
shedding tears and voicing concern.
Enemy nations are shamelessly
pointing fingers at each other,
and politicians deliver speeches pompously,
but do not really bother.