After Mumbai Massacre: Next Is What? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Poem By Mahfooz Ali

Blind to fearful faces,
the blood on hands
If only mind were slates,
able to be wiped
never to think again
Humour no longer yellow,
but pitch black
Laughter a heartless clang,
no longer a melodious song
If ever the free sun, I see again, I will
surely know that ignorance truly is bliss.

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