The Taj Speaks...

While, breathing the busyness on the roads
And greeting the winds from the Arabian Shore,
Never did the thought flash my mind
That I was on the hit list of someone else’s mind.
The dark nights’ events, as I recall
My heart sinks and my body shivers
Like a giant I stood with all might and pride,
Not realizing what was coming my side.

Wonder what harm I did to them,
Why of all, did they choose me then?
“No, my friend, you are not the only one”
Says a neighbor that leaves me stunned.
Sensing all the fears I hold,
Trident, Nariman house and Leopold I m told.
I wondered who is there to get them free,
If NSG, Marcos, the Police are all fighting for me!

Handicapped and helpless I stood still,
Inward and outward letting the bullets drill
With shock, fear, rage and anxiety
Faces looked up to me and then the deity.
A gust of black smoke blowing up the air,
Set in the mood of hope and despair,
From one end, came the fierce firing,
All others let the prayers pour in.

It’s more than a week since the event passed,
But deep within it has left some scars
There have been loses irreversible,
Millions of questions, still answerable.
I too have a query to add,
If you all, please, let me share,
Having reduced me into a symbol of sympathy,
Are the winds of terror still blowing free?