A stranger killed of someone's mother,
A child watched his father die.
They never believed that this could happen,
and they never knew the reason why.
Why is it that somebody can just walk in,
with a gun, a bomb and just kill anyone.
And all I can do is watch, listen and hope,
that the person who died is an unknown someone.
I have been taught to look around while travelling,
Ensure that someone doesn't get me that day.
After all it's my duty to be scared and tense,
My fees to be part of a Delhi or a Mumbai.
I dream of a day not too far,
A day when you and I will still be here.
A day when we will look up and smile,
And raise our heads without fear.
Till then I watch the news dispassionately.
It's no longer whether. Its when,where and how many.
Somewhere someone is playing a little game with me,
And I wonder whether he must find it funny.
That safely from a million miles away,
with a few rupees of explosives and firearms,
He makes a billion people shake in fear.
Little voodoo dolls are we in the grasp of his palms.
He threatens and a million quake in fear,
Mothers worry, children are scared.
Coming home everyday is a celebration.
to celebrate what they have braved.
But one day these billion people will rise,
and realise that they have had enough.
And that day my dear friend, I assure you.
It will be we who will have the last laugh.
Sooner rather than later
