I live on the edge,
And as I leave home each day,
I just can't predict,
Whether I'll be back in the same way,
Explosions await me,
In each and every lane,
I see people dying around,
People in so much pain,
A tiny bomb explodes,
And takes so many lives away,
Is this really the world of God,
This world where I stay?,
Of having a peaceful life,
I really can never be sure,
This cancer, cancer of hatred,
Does it have any cure?,
Yes, I am a poor Indian,
Troubled, and in a bad shape,
And I just want to know,
Will I ever be safe???!!!
Lets pray for all those who have suffered in the bomb blasts today... lets try and find an answer to these questions... !!
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3 comments:
Yeah...very true...a timely...just after 5 serial blasts have happened in Delhi a while back..
Well...yeah...its sad to see these blasts happening just like that...seems to be a day-to-day affair...all we shall do is PRAY GOD...
Well written post..
i pray to god to give peace to the souls of the dead....give courage to the families of the dead and i pray to god to give wisdom to ppl behind such activities....
wonderful poem...well written and stunningly true...
a poor indian
A special post from the heart.Nice....
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