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(An imaginary narration…)
Aftermath the deadly explosion
Out of sheer curiosity
When I visited the blast site
To pat my back for the success,
I was aghast to witness
Among the dead a wounded mother
Holding on to her day’s baby,
in innocent soul, sadly waiting
To close its eyes for ever…
Curse on me…
What did I do?
If this be success
Whom did I defeat?
A storm of self hatred
uprooted the tree of my pride,
And painfully I queried,
‘Who am I?’
A train of shocks jolted my inner being…
The stone in me started to melt,
Lost in deep thoughts I felt,
‘When I stab an innocent chest
Am I still a human?
No, never…
I have slain the human in me,
The heart I have mutilated,
The mind I have torn to pieces
And buried the soul in a desolate place.’
‘Long detached from the stellar orbit
I am reduced now to a black hole,
On the final journey to decay and face death;
How I wish I was never born on this lovely earth!’
‘And if ever I return,
instead of attending any training camp
to learn how to pull the trigger,
I shall, for sure,
stay in the hermitage of a fakir or a seer
on the holy bank of a river
and with love and devotion
chant the name of my Creator…’
‘I shall wipe tears of the wounded,
serve food to the hungry
water to the thirsty
light fire to warm up who feels cold
and to face injustice I shall be bold.’
‘The roots of love and peace
I shall make very firm,
And to root out terrorism
all the evil minds I shall disarm.’
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