A CONSOLE FROM HER SON

A Console from Her son

(For Mumbai Tragedy-Written to console my motherland and my brothers]

She is weeping to Her loss and

Her face is too dark in grief

What an unlucky son I am! to see Her tears

I want to heal Her pain or

I will have to die for Her

What is Her fault and what is Her cause to cry

Her softness and gentleness to all these

What for we are hundred billions here?

To see her crown in cruel hands

She has to recover from this sorrow and

The heads of cruel cowards should be on roads

She has to smile very soon and

Her flag has to be flown in all forts  

Sakthi S.Ravichandran