The Talk of a Local Train...

With that day of might
We had lost our light
But not everything has ended with the night...

That day I stopped.
I stopped with a powerful blast
The men, The bombs and The blast
And then the blast after blast after blast....
Seven moments that ended with seven blasts
And then, there was another blast....
The Blast of Humanity,
Which is still alive...

The Eyes are still crying
Without a drop of Tear,
And the lips in silence,
Tell the story of a frozen fear...

That Day,
Like a caring mother
I stood by them
And I'm still with them-
With my innocent Children...

The Anguish of the Anger
Is not yet over
The signs of Danger
Will live forever...

Just like the Arabian Sea-
All quiet on the Shore
And so violent in the deep...

Or like the Monsoon Winds-
So cool and full of life
And yet so difficult to read

Or like me-
So tolerant and Caring
Overloaded with Trust
and yet in search of a Breath...

All that seems well, is not so well...
All that seems still, is not so still...

I can see it...
I can hear it...
I can feel it...
The fear of Terror is still in the air...

The Dark night has gone away,
But the light is not yet yet clear,
And the Day is not yet here....

The fear of Terror will vanish away,
But the memories will be forever
And then I'll stand still at least once a year...
And pray again and again...
For my innocent Children...

-Janhavee

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