Bombay

The earth splits open once again
Brown, confusion everywhere.
Slivers of hot ash in the cold rain
Dashing hopes and laying them bare
Heaps of rubble and pangs of pain
But yes, this day too shall pass.


The mother seeks her missing son
Blood and tears flow on the ground
She knows her wait has just begun
With the stench of death all around
Has life ended, is the story done?
But no, this day too shall pass.


A new morn dawns, prayers are said
Yest’day was gone by in just a blink
Blue sky greets city, so unaffected
As a country stops and pauses to think
The mother knows she has to look ahead
And this, yes this, shall remain!