You might accuse me of insensitivity. For keeping quiet. I have things to say. But they are heavy…loaded. At keast I am not asking, “Is Narayan Murthy safe?” or “Oh, now what will happen to business in Gujarat?” or "How safe is Mumbai?" At least I am waiting to understand.
Look at this picture.
There are two bodies lying on the ground; most of the fruits in the cart are as they are, almost mockingly fresh. And the people standing barely a few feet away are just watching. What are they watching?
This is for them…Inn laashon se mat poochhna
Kisne inhein maar diya
Kuchch keh daalege woh tau
Cheekhein nahin sun paaoge apni
Qaatil nahin ho tum
Lekin itni asaani se
Khud ko kathputhli na samajhna
Kuchh tau kiya hai tumne
Talwar tumhare haathon mein nahin thi
Na khanjar, na eent ka tukda
Thi tumhare bhi aankhon mein aag
Jal gaya lahu, sookh gaye aansoon
Thodi deir ke liye tum bhi raakh ban kar dekh lo
Inn laashon ko waheen par rehne do