Pioneer

This is a poem I wrote in memory of relatives who were killed in a terrorist attack in India. Miraculously a little boy of three years old managed to escape the blood soaked scene and today lives on well and healthy. Read on

A candle of hope in an aura of darkness that spirals, it rivals the sadness below

Evil at large causing gloom to discharge, in a place that embraced only goodness that glowed

Sudden disasters by terrorist masters sent slivers of shivers down heaven's first floor

And the tears in the eyes of the husband and wife dripped down on the blood that flowed out their door

Awful catastrophe inspired by blasphemy, shocked and confused our entire nation

Man and his wife, leading good honest lives, were taken too early from their generation

A home in Bombay, a light for the stray, invaded, downgraded, torn, pleas refused

An ear piercing cry, beheld by earth's eyes, as cold blooded murder showed hideous abuse

Amidst the screams and the terror of a life known as heaven that turned into hell down on earth

And the dark and despair and the cruelness of fair and the hope that glowed red when at birth

& the high that turned low, and the message it showed and the tears that streaked down children's faces

And the cries and the lies of a truth in disguise in a world torn by myriads of races

Amidst all this ruckus, this devil that painted an evil so mighty, a demon so tainted

A darkness so caked, a crime of such hate, G-d himself wept at the scene of disgrace

Out of this picture, where hopes long thought lost, at most found elsewhere to live

The candle of hope in this aura of darkness, survives the immoral, it outlives

A little boy, somehow, walks out tall and proud, picked and plucked from the ash

All eyes turned on him, the young pioneer. who rose from a world that just crashed

Pioneer, 0 pioneering, the candle of hope, the glimmer that spoke

The light that now shines, he leaves sadness behind, ready to conquer a world

After events such as these, when one would want speak, of hopelessness, despair, giving way

One should remember that day in September, when evil lurked it's ugly face

And changed colours to black, leaving nothing intact, where hope was replaced by fear

And how the scenes were reversed
Starting first...

With a young boy, our very own

Pioneer