(Dedicated to the Mumbai Terror attack victims and martyrs who laid their lives down with pride!)
I silently mourned in helpless agony
Tears of pain remained
Within realm of my eyes
I did not know where he rest
And the wreath withered in my hand.
I had seen the festooned lanes
When gods on chariots did parade
Irrespective of religion,
A procession of humanity
Observed obeisance, no god was ever paid
Every street looks as if a cemetery
So common death has become
And I dread it unusually less
With such pride the martyr died
Now death is welcomed into our home.
Seema Aarella
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/martyrdom-4/
