A True Story Of Mumbai Mourning Poem by Ahmad Shiddiqi
A True Story Of Mumbai Mourning
(dedicated to people who curse terrorism everywhere)
They shot suddenly
Everybody shocked
Ten places ruined
Everywhere weep deeply
They attacked brutally
Everybody screamed
Tourist spots damaged
Everywhere wound totally
So many people died
Why do they always kill?
Why should they force a will?
So many children cried
So many visitors feel horrible
Why do they wildly hurt others?
Why they don’t feel sorry to others?
So many hearts sense terrible
We sing Mozart’s Requiem for you
We sing Faure’s Requiem for you
We sing Verdi’s Requiem for you
We sing Bhagavadgita for you
We perform Tchaikovsky’s Pathetique Symphony for you
We perform Beethoven’s Eroica Symphony for you
We perform Sibelius’ Second Symphony for you
We perform Tagore’s Geetanjali for you
Are there still fighting between
King Rama and King Rahwana?
Are there still a massive battle
The Pandawa against The Kurawa?
We together hope for your peaceful days
We together pray for your sincerest moments
We together stand by your side, friends
We together challenge at your side, friends
Please, don’t let their darkest thoughts
Sink your warmest charms, O Mumbai!
Please, don’t let their blackest desires
Destroy your brightest shines, O Mumbai!
They can’t bury your gorgeous files
They can’t crack your lovely nuances
They can’t steal your honest fragrances
They can’t cover your wonderful smiles
(with deepest mourning for Mumbai’s victims)
A very heartfelt piece you have written here Ahmed, we all pray for peace and that some way we can eradicate terrorism from society, well said, Lynda xx
Very powerful and timely message. You try to pour out all the grief, compassion, empathy, hope and so many other feelings that you can. These lines will be asked over and over: 'Why do they always kill? /Why should they force a will? ' So much besides lives are destroyed. The destruction continues. We were created to be co-creators and not destroyers.
Extraordinary, Ahmad. Beautiful, eloquent and most appropriate. The last line is especially poignant. Smiles are indeed irreplacable. Warmest regards, Sandra
Ahmad, you place your words with skill, this tragedy that causes so much harm, can also cause more hate, and so the cycle continues until we all learn to replace hate with love, no matter what happens. Thank you, i have also written about this in my poem 'A Slaughter of the Innocents'.
I can not say I 'enjoyed' this poem. It is tragic an occurrence that is freshly pictured with such a vivid depiction. You do have a way of 'wrenching' guts! lol...and, for a writer that's a good thing. What an emotionally 'connected' 'piece' you have written. Terrific, yet somber as it is meant to be.
United we stand..united we fight... united spread love...and smiles and colours...
India has seen battles and grief, blood and gore, sacrifices and heaps of martyr's numbed bodies...pain is not new to her...but always she has prevailed against all odds...its in her spirit..in her name...which propells men to die for her...and when time comes we all will be read with our kafan in one hand and face death happily for her.....Thanks for this poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 6:47:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
a deep appeal there for peace and jolting everyone to reality that we to act and not just talk about wiping out terrorism