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?
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