Yet another bomb blast in another city
Mangled remains of bikes
Burning cars
Severed limbs
Smoke billowed over the sky carry
Thick stench of burning metal and flesh
A cry for help dies abruptly
Death dances over the blood soaked street
A goddess’s picture hanging helplessly
On the makeshift shop
Mutely looking over the blood and remains
A wailing mother
And a consoling hand
In a corner, fresh cucumber in a basket
The weighing scales
Somebody weighed and somebody bought
Just a few minutes ago
And the bomb went off
How many dead? 60? 65?
No one knows
Who are the victims?
Mothers never returned home with groceries
Innocent childhood playing in the street
Men who never reached their office
The chirpy girls went out to buy bangles
A couple building their dream house
The cobbler under the neem tree
Who hums old Hindi Melodies?
The ever smiling chat- wala?
Who else?
They are not even bodies now
Limbs scattered all around
Somebody somewhere had the last laugh
Victory sign in the air
With all these limbs
Can you bring one life back-
You have taken away in a flash of a second
With all your sophisticated technologies
And precise triggering
Give back the mother to her children
Husband to wife
Children to parents
My anger frustrate on this piece of paper
Tomorrow yet another bomb blast in another city??
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