Aum Shanti!

A pain felt very deep within

Those who witnessed and gave scream

Wonder if they can ever get sleep

The trauma of losing lives of your own

Right in front of your eyes forlorn

Just too painful to imagine

My heart cries out for them

The Hindus That make the Nation.

Sikiladi

The little eyes that wanted flowers

but got the blood flowing down

Their father, their protector fell flat

In a moment like a stealthy cat

Clinging to their mothers they cried

Learning that terrorism is so real

Sikiladi

Untimely, unexpectedly they left

Left with no time for a final goodbye

Lives ended abruptly, innocently

All dreams shattered n the Dream Valley

The scenic beauty scarred with death

Green grass got tainted with red

Sikiladi

They shall carry the trauma life long

Having lost the ones to whom they belong

The brothers, the spouses, the parents

All succumbed to the ugly gun sound

Hey Parmatma, they thrived in your land

Why suddenly did their breath suspend

Sikiladi

The Face of terror stared upon them

Scary, unmerciful, unapologetic sham

The men that ascended from some hell

Those that worship some devil scam

For God never says to slay fellow beings

Their religion perhaps is a death scheme

Sikiladi