Turned again home

(for all those who lost their lives on the 7/11,Mumbai blasts)

The day you never,
Turned again home,
The day that shook,
Our spirits,
Left cold.

It wasn’t so very,
Long ago,
(Just about a year,)
The memories – grown.

Into a past,
Weaved and sown.
These are the days,
We survive, with no hope.

What was the point,
They lost their lives,
People like you,
People like me.
People and their lives.

Doesn’t anyone understand.
The seriousness of the crime.
What was the point,
Of such a big crime.

Blasted in a day,
In a second and minute,
Lives washed and wasted carelessly away,
Under the pouring of the monsoon rain.

People like you,
People like me,
Left with a pain,
To live our lives,
Left with just a few memories inside.

The day you never,
Turned again home,
The day you left,
There is now no hope.
It wasn’t that very long ago.

Just about a year ago.
I have nothing to say except that,
I miss you bro.

There was no point,
There is no point,
You don’t hear me,
Because you never,
Turned again home.

-Paromah
July 2007