The girl was eagerly waiting for the new gift from her dad,
Dressed like a dulcinea, a recently married woman,
Ready to scoot over for a movie with his man!
A brother was waiting for his beloved sister.
A mother was counting her breaths in the hospital,
Eagerly waiting to meet her only child!
Tic Toc Tic. Boom! – Merciless!
Ears rang for quite a while,
Ripping the eardrums of many!
It blew off the flesh of hundreds of men and women,
In places, you’d never imagine!
Scattered them to millions of pieces.
Shattering dreams of many innocent lives.
The cries are still heard,
The innocent lives are still mourned.
The accused were still living,
Their lives still guarded, rather insured,
With the most important men,
Men who wore the uniform in black.
With surplus and edible food, they still lived a good life.
On the contrary, it was difficult for the families of innocent
To even gulp a glass of water or consume a morsel.
The innocent lost families were still weeping,
The boy now makes the boxes of the gifts,
The once a dulcinea, now dressed like a widow,
The brother sheds a tear in his loneliness,
The mother is still breathing in the fear of pessimistic thoughts!
Stained blood was scrubbed,
The blood bathed compartments were scrubbed.
However the cries still echoed,
The agonized, yearning for help could still be felt!
The crowd still remains on their feet the very next day,
With their faith in God, chanting hymns of prayers!
Inspite of any blast, any horrific attacks,
For them, it is the ones which bridge them to their bread,
Aamchi Mumbai Meri Jaan
(Our Mumbai, Our Life),
Mumbai locals for life!
Let’s be a part of such groups to make a difference and let your efforts be directed. I hope you have a similar story as well to share.
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