An Ode to the Mumbaites who lost their lives to the blast!

 As i sit here in this local train
Things float in my mind
about how to make my dear ones life better everyday

I wud toil from morn to dusk
and wait to see her smile at the door
when she finds me home

I wud cuddle up to my kids
tell them stories & sing them their songs
Yeah Papa is there baby, u sleep on....

I wud make my parents every wish come true
Coz thats the least i can do
I wud give them pleasures of a better life
for the dreams & wishes they have sacrificed

I wud someday see the world
when i have the money after fullfillin all my duties
I wud decorate my wife with all the jewels she need
n her adoring smile will fill my heart with glee

There did i hear this loud bang around me?
I felt i died then but is this just my feeling?
i dont see them looking at me lying here in this corner
as they separate the dead from the living...

I see a guy looking down at me
he looks me in the eye with a sadness i've never seen
I wonder why he is sad looking at me
Is my face alrite or is something missing in me?

He turns to his friend now close by
Tells him "its sad"...n lets out a sigh
N says "This is the seventh body i am picking tonite"
There i lie motionless as they speak
As their words blast my only hope to live, to smithereens

My soul hasnt died but my body has...
but i wud look upon from the heaven onto my dear ones
until someday they are safe with me in paradise...

.......Adios Amigos!