The sight that wasn’t a sight
for it spoke of someone’s plight.
I wonder what their heart is made of
That in killing others they found delight.
It broke my heart to shreds
having witnessed blood stained carpets.
I wonder how the kitchen shall work
who will return to bake the cakes and breads.
The fragments of glass scattered
pierce the soul and leave it shattered.
I wondered when will they heal
they survived, yet, from within stay battered.
The doors now just the hollow frames
The glass broken by their vicious games.
I wonder how they do this act
that placed humanity to ultimate shames.
They scampered for help in fear
terrified they cried in silence without a tear.
I wonder how much can one bear
as they crouched hiding under Almighty’s care.
They came for some coffee & to grab a bite
on routine business in the January”s broad daylight
I wonder what ran through their minds
as the terrorist attack created a huge fright.
Their children in utmost anxiety awaited
unsure if their parent was safe in & gated.
I wonder if they felt their saliva go dry
glued to the live coverage with breathe abated.
Under torture was #14 Riverside Drive
the venue that once did in activity thrive.
I wonder when the buzz would be back
After the madly gruesome terror attack.
The musical notes were lost somewhere
A deafening silence rules the sad air.
I wonder if they would be at ease
returning to work on those very desks and chairs.
One thought on “I Wonder! — after the attack”
Where oh where is love?
Our very fibre is it love?
A mirror shattered can mend
Not so a heart that is rent
Carpets are moved and mended
Who tends the heart unattended?
The gaping doors like a stifled scream
How do I cover that with just a screen
The harmony is now discordant
All the cacophony so abhorrent
We had hoped it will not repeat
Yet here it is back just in a beat
All over the world these killings
Do humans indeed have feelings
Hope they say is neigh
I beseech, pray and sigh
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