As I reload the Mumbai news web pages minute after minute,
And watch people getting shattered,
Some shattered for being out of their homeland
Some shattered because this is their home land (there is no escaping it).
Just as I watch, people’s lives are changing-
Some lives have come to a pointless, ridiculous end,
Some lives will carry nightmares till the last
Some lives will never feel safe again.
I feel silly.
To be studying for a test,
To snuggle under the cosy blanket,
To wonder what to wear tomorrow,
To decide if I like Pista flavour more or Vanilla,
To dream about who will employ me for how much.
For all I know,
The boy with the AK-47 – For his age and costume –
Might as well have been my little brother.
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5 comments:
Brilliant! Exactly waht I was thinking, how my problems are so insignificant compared to what's happening.
you've got the right thought. this is what i was thinking.
Poof and inktales, thanks. Its a matter of perspectives, I suppose.
'I feel silly.
To be studying for a test,
To snuggle under the cosy blanket,
To wonder what to wear tomorrow,
To decide if I like Pista flavour more or Vanilla,
To dream about who will employ me for how much'
I couldn't agree with you more!
(although for me, these silly things have always been silly!)
I like it and can relate to it .. how our perspectives change when we are faced with these horrors of such magnitude. I find so much more to be grateful for nowadays. And perhaps that's all we need to be: grateful. We must still have our dreams. We have the right to wonder over pista's flavour vs vanilla, if we have the opportunity to do so. Let's not begrudge ourselves the little joys just because they don't match up to the great horrors. Go ahead and choose, pista or vanilla - or buy both and give one cone to someone who doesn't have one.
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