-Written by theblackalchemist (Pradeep Harish)
The darkness looms on the brazen sky,
Death claws its icy hands
Even as the river passes by,
Blood stains remain on the sands.
When the devils, on the earth tread;
When all hopes are shred,
Why for a bubbled pride , blood is shed?
Why for a matter of religious cries, many a life is bled?
For a moment's glory, nothing mattered,
Except for a mind shattered.
Ruthlessly they slayed,
Spreading Bloody Hate.
Thro' and back from Hell's gates.
Changing lives, altering fates.
Their unholy claws, scar the earth,
Their wings, hold courage's dearth.
Risen from the Blood stained dirt,
Their roots, bleed humanity's heart
And it has bled enough
The sands of time are shifting fast,
Covering our past,
And laying bare the future.
Scars created afresh
One’s that can’t be healed
Destinies created and crushed
Fates always sealed
Old Friendship’s now concealed,
By a bloody veil of mystery.
Yet, foot-steps & songs recall,
That echo the Martyr’s calls.
Un-breakable bonds, long gone.
After death, forlorn
They return to the same earth
Their spirits reborn
In a land of all dearth
They Marched, through hell,
Victims of a silenced strife.
Sowing seeds in their steps,
That Blossom into Shells,
Through which, we should break.
To the victims of the Jihadi terror attacks that grip mumbai .
Edited by theblackalchemist, 19 January 2010 - 04:29 PM.