They sat merry, faces lit up with joy
Infants, adults, the old
They sat there ignorant and unaware
Of the slaying that was to unfold.
They stood armed, alert and ready
To put their plan into action,
To leave the dark mark on our country
In a horribly destructive fashion.
A signal here, a gunshot there,
And thus the whole saga began,
Panic struck and spread commotion
In a way that only the Grim Reaper can.
Then started the firing and the bombing,
To kill was their only goal,
Mercilessly the slaughter began
Rooms charred down to coal.
Cafes and hotels and tourist hotspots,
Not even hospitals were spared,
An attack so horrid and destructive,
Even the heavens above were scared.
Cried of fear and agony pierced by
Filled each room the found
Painful cries for salvation,
Yet none of it made any sound.
The bloodshed persisted, life after life,
The torture saw days and nights
The country’s brave lions, they put up a brave fight.
Even hours after that first strike, the clouds of gloom weren’t gone
Millions of tears were shed, thousands of lives torn.
As I put these words to verse, silent tears fell from my eye
I applaud our martyrs for their treasured sacrifice
I pray to a greater power, watching us from the stars above
All we need is a little peace, harmony and love. ~ Saral Joshi
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