Mar 10, 2010

A City's Plea

(Wrote this after the terror attack in Mumbai.. The attack in Pune and subsequent warnings of fresh attacks sent a chill through me..)

My child
Hear me out

Every time there is a flood
Every time there is a riot
Every time there is an attack
My child
I hurt

I hold the countless injured
Trying to offer them comfort
As I hear their cry of pain
Searing my heart, my very core
My child
My tears flow

I see the countless bodies
Strewn everywhere
As I see the destruction
Enveloping me
My child
I shiver

A new incident
Every few days
A new wound
With every blow
My child
I bleed

I am shattered
I am bruised
My wounds have festered
Help me my child
I can take it no more

When will you stop hurting me
When will you wipe my tears
When will you stop my flow of blood
My child I beg of you
Hurt me no more

Don’t tend to my wounds
But stop inflicting fresh wounds
Don’t cry over what happened
But don’t let these blows be struck again

Help me my child
I need you
I live in you
You live in me

Help me my child
I need you
I live in you
You live in me