A few hundred souls

Who cares for a few hundred ordinary souls…
Let them die in the rain…
Or, drown in the salt of their own tears…
While we worry about pride

Who knows…who lives or dies?
Who cares and who decides??
Oh, let them die in the gutters or blow up in a bomb
What is the matter with a few hundred ordinary souls…

Teeming ants, blocking every highway
Extermination is the solution anyway…
So, don’t bother let them be ignored…
It’s just a few hundred ordinary souls.

The rape of human dignity
And the friendly gun,
And, hate….
And, we all condemn it sipping coffee with cakes

It’s pointless to point out
In a land of billions
We will be insulted and torn apart… Yet, we will watch..
As, it’s not just a few hundred…all our souls are dead anyway.

Violence and Valentines

On a day leading to violets and valentines
On a night waiting for dawn to celebrate love…
And, a peaceful city celebrating life
Shattered due to violence and vendetta

The tremulous rose is silenced
As, I watch the rain in her eyes…
And, we all are aghast
While love seems to be full of lies

Time again for blames…
Time again for blood to be mopped up from the streets
Time again maybe to rise up…
To be beaten down again??

The scars of undeserved deaths
The blinding pain of open wounds…
While we wait for rain to embrace us
And, stand up demanding a change

The pen seems an unworthy weapon
But, the feeble words are all I have
While the anger boils in a billion minds…
And, my country is ravaged again…

Yet, tomorrow is a new day of an emerging country
The promise of a young nation
A promise of love…And a resolve…
To fly no matter what the odds…