The way he waved the last time ,
Kissed his wife,
Who was his LIFE ..
Gave a sweet peck on cheeks ,
I love you the most , Blushingly she speaks ,
And then he never returned back
Little did she know , he was brutally attacked
Recalling the last goodbye
She asks herself , WHYYYYY ??
The old parents grief ,
Out of utter disbelief
Innocent kids partially unaware of their surroundings ,
Stare blankly at their dad sleeping , with their hearts pounding …
The never ending pain of family stays for years ,
Inducing their mind with traumatic fears …
As I sit here ,
Reading stories on newspaper of longing terrorism ,
Which is not at all a form of heroism
I think ,
We all are composed of same blood ,
Children of the same mud ..
The division of this earth ,
Into narrow pieces of community and borders ,
The mindless actions of the most fearful , creating disastrous disorders …
They brutally end a life ….
A life is forever lost ,
The faith of countrymen is under deep frost !!
Who is going to pay the cost ??
The sudden demise of a soul ,
Short term mourning by governmental roles….
Who is going to handle the situation as a whole !!!
We all are one ,
Waking up with that rising sun ,
Plz spare a moment to think ,
Before you hold that thoughtless gun….
We all are same , with different religions ..
We send you a message of peace , with this pegion…
Every religion propogates the foremost religion of humanity .
Get up from this brutal state of insanity ..
Violence against any caste , country or community .
Will never provide you with any immunity. .
Think about the pain of their mourning parents , siblings , spouse or kids ..
I bet you won’t be able to uplift your eyelids….
We all stand here together
With a crystal clear vision…
I feel ,
Terrorists are dead inside ,
They just need some place to hide ,
They have lost the path of god as their ultimate guide …
_© Muneeta Aneja