The world around me has made me to speculate,
Who will account , absolve and expiate ?
For the slaughter and carnage, destruction and death.
Yes, this is the deadly sway, the venomous face shown by Death.
What misdeed had the innocuous committed?
Was it their fault ? whom have they offended?
Was it because they were a religion, community or caste apart?
Or was it because Destiny's course, they had to part?
Was it because they had lost the right to life?
Or were they abandoned by humanity to strife?
Questions and more unanswered dubiety
Answers are with none but the divinity!
We can but strive, strive and strive..
Till we find the solution, will we survive?
-Lalita Priyaa
This poem is dedicated to the victims of terrorism.. this should have been their rightful say
