26th Novemeber-Mumbai Poem by Anshul Srivastava

26th Novemeber-Mumbai



They used to say that the city doesn't sleep,
It didn't sleep for last 3 nights and days,
They used to say life here is extravagant,
Never knew that death would be an international event,

Some were celebrating, some were dining; others were planning for future,
Not knowing that somewhere some one had planned for their death.

It was a night which was the longest night for many,
A night which would not end for many,
Night which became the last night for many their.
The sun came up next day, but the darkness was still their,
Lives of many remained engulfed in darkness,

While others was taken away by the darkness around.

Weeping eyes, terrified faces, blank minds,
Stood outside waiting for them to come out,
Some came, some didn't; the wait killed the remaining,
Guns, bombs, grenades, fire and blood all around,
The place which was epitome of heaven,
Was now the abode of the Lucifer.


Death was flowing through the guns aorund,
Those spared were greated by grenade blast,
Men and Women, old and young none were sparred,
Even those whose life had just began.

There was a sudden blast, sound of foots running,
Cries of injured, shouts for help;
For the help which came very late,
Meanwhile the shouts subsidized; some were subsided.


Those left alive; waited silently
For the death or help which ever came first,
Lying with the corpses of known ones,
The ones who they shared table some time back.

Waiting in the pool of blood, for the sun to rise,
praying to god and asking why, why they,
The answer for which was blazing from the guns above,
And the answer which even those agents of Lucifer didn't know.

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