The parade of cities on the war-path of terrorists continues. I mourn for the victims. People who were shopping for happiness. Diwali. Eid. Children. Innocents all.
No hell is enough for these terrorists. No outrage sufficient.
A snapshot of Delhi from Agha Shahid Ali:
Swallow this summer street,
then wait for the monsoon.
Needles of rain
melt on the tongue. “Will you go
farther? A memory of drought
holds you: you remember
the taste of hungry words
and you chew syllables of salt.
Can you rinse away this city that lasts
like blood on the bitten tongue?
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Fingers point to Lashkar-e-Toiba…
The Na Pak Fauj created a monster a few years back, and we’ll pay the price for it…
there has to be a way to stop this There just has to be a way I don’t know how, but there has to be a way…I don’t necessarily see terrorists as being the other but these are some really misguided fuckers. I mean please children shopping for happiness…there has to be a way.
Come on sepoy you have taken so many initiatives…
i feel…idunno how i feel.
You right. I agree.
Horrific tragedy.
Beautiful poem.
This year has been too full of sorrow.
Peace,
B