Yesterday, The World Changed
Yesterday,
a bomb blew somewhere,
And limbs were strewn all over the place.
Crimson Blood,
bloomed in to my dreams,
and my memories.
And from the wilderness,
came a mercy calling.
Soothing respite,
the treacherous humidity,
unspoken heat,
Not named, for fear of all consuming.
Yesterday,
a child cried.
And tears flooded down his sweet face.
All over.
Painful memories were etched,
in his young mind,
while he should have played.
Swept into his mother’s arms,
shielded from the world,
he wept.
Yesterday,
I just stood there.
Watching it all happen:
the muck, the gore, the intensity of
violence.
I saw families split, and man
dissolved into sorrow.
I saw the fire burn, resolved by
hatred.
I saw, empty eyes.
All dreams of which, were stolen.
I saw, anguished voices.
All melody of which, were rotten.
I stood there, as I saw.
Yesterday,
The World Changed.
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Commentary:
I happened to talk to a survivor of a terrorist act that happened few years back. He was my client, I – a salesman, but we talked. And after we broke the ice and the formal relationship, he talked a lot. What he told me was something I had never experienced. But something that inspired me. Inspired a lot of questions in me. But they have been asked, already, a million times. I wouldn’t repeat them. But i’ll say this: Of all things that the world has to offer, peace is the most costly.
This poem is dedicated to all survivors – who survived, not just from the dastardly acts of terrorism, but they survived with all of their humanity. Hatred and sorrow didn’t destroy them. It takes courage to be so. All survivors are courageous heroes. They survived for they held on a second longer. And it takes greater courage to forgive one who has wronged you.
I hope, I was able to say a lot more than I ever did.
Comment by Juhi on June 13th, 2007
Very nice poem! Touching…
Comment by kinshuksunil on June 13th, 2007
thanks for leaving a comment… this is the first comment at my web… so its all the more special :)