FALAK, YOU SHALL LIVE

Falak,
I know you don't know me.
I know you can't hear me now. You can't see me now.
I am one of those mute spectators who have kept on watching the show and have nothing whenever every tender flower like you has been torn and trampled upon by the evil monster that has managed to secure a place in coward human minds.
I have never ever raised a finger, not shouted out at Evil itself while you were being shredded apart. I chose to look the other way, too selfish to acknowledge that brittle little creations of Nature are torn apart every day.

I know you can't hear me now. You can't see me too. Don't worry Angel, your mind is just sleeping because it is tired. Tired of being traumatized, and tired of forgiving everytime, the monster man has caused hurt, tired of watching me look the other way everytime you have suffered silently.

Falak, you are a fighter. And you shall live. You shall grow up to deliver justice to all the little flowers were torn off and crushed

Falak, Give me the strength so that I can seek forgiveness bowing down before you, and can look at the monster men eye to eye.

You are India's child, and every Indian wants to say sorry, no more.

If I were a poet I would have wanted to tell you this :

"The Hating Hearts shalt weep before thee,
The Gore and Bloodshed,
Each kill mocking thee,of Embodied Hatred,

A Child shalt See
A Dawn -- Angels awaken,
In Silence -- Peace spoken,
To Embrace -- Forgiveness again,

As the widow and the orphan weep
Thine Words shalt Softly sweep,
Cleansing the Bloodied Trail,
Loving Rose - Hearts blooming
Forever to Prevail --

Hating Hearts shalt bow before thee,
Just like it was all meant to be.. "

Fight on Falak. You shall live and teach me how to fight. You are not alone. Every Indian is praying for you.

--- the faceless Indian
Sent from my BlackBerry --------------------------------------------- Dr.Anirban Chaudhuri, Physician, Mumbai, India. http://jogyou963.blogspot.com Live Life on your own terms