I
She wept inconsolably
lamenting, not just the death
of her grandson, but a cruel fate
that robbed our lives of the
innocent honesty which
snuffed out his tender life
turning us into fearful
untrusting souls
II
Why aren’t the skies in mourning
How does the sun smile so cheerfully
when hearts grieve, and
are cremated today
How can you shrug off terror
with gratitude for protection
of you and your beloved
How can anyone be safe, ever again
when this heart bleeds
Broken into a million pieces
with each passing day
© Gopika Nath
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