Shradhanjali

The foe called terrorism.

Doesn't let peace stay.

Alas! This terrorism has a very wanton way.

Bombs! Explosions!

Everybody is in pain.

The coward act of terror Made death knock at doors.

The darkness of panic spread.

So vicious was this attack.

The one who must have done this 'Act'.

Must have played the devil's 'Pact '.

The blame was thrust on death.

Silence has no comment

So many lives destroyed.

Every breath insured.

People came forward to help.

Hands in hand for Mumbai.

Spirit let's make a band.

Related in pain, they stood 

Undaunted love, service understood.

The world saw the spirits if Mumbai

Amidst the shock.

Trauma if blast.

Through its now in the past.

Let's give them our last respect.

A Shraddhanjali.