26/11 and we still move on….

It has been a year since the event happened…the memories are still fresh in our minds… But what has it yielded… People are making the day as if it’s a martyrs’ day.. and if it is what have we don’t to salute and grieve over those who lost their lives this day last year??

 

 Have you given them the justice..?? do you think only mourning helps??

 

 

 Some say wear white for peace…some say wear black for mourning..?? wat is this is this a fight against terrorism or one those innumerable days that cards industry like Archies market on..??

 

 

 The people responsible for this are yet to face the judgment… they are given a treatment that is definitely not befitting to what they have done… and wat is the response to all this??

 

 

We are a peace loving nation… this is our culture… patience, tolerance, submissive ness… blah blah blah…

 

 

 Cmon… you can’t pull off a Munna bhai act with these people – send them a bunch of flowers and say “Get Well Soon Mamu…!!!”

 

 

Fine wateva… these are a just few lines of moi explaining my inner tumult and anger… 2 cents of the hubbub in my mind…sorry if this sounds like a controversial piece,… but I’ve had it since morning…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s been a year

Some still in fear

 

 

For others its just

 

 

 another day, mere

 

They came they blew

 

They killed and slew

 

Yet they face no penalty

 Though many hearts bid Adieu

 

Exactly a year later

 

And we aint no better

 

He‘s but to face a sentence

 

Yet every whim of his we cater

 

Wen we ask the folks

 

For answers, we coax

 

Abt punishment we ask

 

To they who rule us poor blokes

 

Only facts do we portray

 

Law for all goes the same way

 

ut he’s a terrorist we protest

 

But now he’s in India, they say

 

Another year gone

 

And yet no judgment is drawn

 

We’re left to move on and on

 

Won’t we ever have a dawn??

 

How many more such events

 

How much more tolerance

 

Haven’t we learnt anythin frm the past

 

Why so much pretence

 

This is our so called tradition

 

No fights no ammunition

 

No aggression, just plain ol’

 

Patience and submission