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Mumbai

Black and cold the dawning morn
In silence the tattered heart is torn
In silence too, the soul so bruised at last
That it will not heal, as so oft in times past

Soft silent tears, track cheeks grown pale
Each drop, a separate and so terrible tale
Of real trust lost and hope stilled by wrath
As peace is now an image on another path

Evil is, and evil does, until its rage is run
And then a bitter time to come till done
As man recoils, and rebuilds his world
Once the flags of hate and evil be furled

Stones to tell the story, upon a pale green
Of hearts so vile, seeped in mindless mean
And cruelty we’ll overlook, not see it again
And we will with open eyes, see not their sin

Repeat our history, as if in a sad loop of pain
And so we’ll stand, as others are softly lain
What fools we are to let this be the only way
And sad as well the price the innocent will pay