Thursday, December 4, 2008

In mourning

for the tragic times we live in
for those who never got home
for those who lost their loved ones
for those whose bodies are injured,
(perhaps beyond repair)
for those whose beloved cities
have been desecrated
for livelihoods destroyed
breadwinners lost
orphaned families
bereft, shocked survivors
for innocence shattered yet again
for my children
who have grown up
in an era of escalating violence
the mourning cannot cease
and yet, inexorably,
life goes on.......


Jane Turley said...

What a lovely - though very sad - poem.

Yes, life does go on but sometimes the heartache is hard to bear.

Preeti Aghalayam aka kbpm said...

wow. you are SO absolutely bang on target right.

Mamma mia! Me a mamma? said...

Yes, life does go on, but does it ever remain the same?

Choxbox said...

totally dipali.

Indian Home Maker said...

Feel almost that life must never go on the same way, we must do something ...
... but I suppose eventually it must, with or without our doing anything.

Mampi said...

Poignant piece.

it should be finally decided
that we wont let life go on
like before,
this time,
lets bring some change.

Yashodhara said...

Here's a hug, Dipali.


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