A Shiver, a shudder goes down my spine
To have lost what once was mine
The merciless devils who strode the streets
With guns pointing at us, to stop our beats
Butchers, killers and hardened marauders
Our houses and deities besieged by intruders
Pasted bills on our doors and blared sirens
Threatening us of snuffing our lives
Roaming with evil eyes and sinister designs
Of looting, killing and maiming us
Wresting our women for their lust
O God it was sheer mayhem all around
A valley with suffering and death abound
We left our homes and our native soil
Shocked and traumatized to face the toil
Our riches, comforts and dwellings gone
Young ones crying, no one to look upon
The blistering heat and hot summers
As if got thrown in hot cinders
Snakes around and in makeshift tents
Found our breaths to face the torments
O God what a cauldron of agony?
Stuffed in cramped spaces with so many
Confused, witless did we wander
Tried our hard but failed to ponder
O Lord our supreme you know our woes
How we braced-up and stood on our toes
I bow to Him for all his piety
What if we lost the prime of life?
Our children indeed did us a pride
Thanks to thee O Lord we are alive
Bless us now and return us our smile
To have lost what once was mine
The merciless devils who strode the streets
With guns pointing at us, to stop our beats
Butchers, killers and hardened marauders
Our houses and deities besieged by intruders
Pasted bills on our doors and blared sirens
Threatening us of snuffing our lives
Roaming with evil eyes and sinister designs
Of looting, killing and maiming us
Wresting our women for their lust
O God it was sheer mayhem all around
A valley with suffering and death abound
We left our homes and our native soil
Shocked and traumatized to face the toil
Our riches, comforts and dwellings gone
Young ones crying, no one to look upon
The blistering heat and hot summers
As if got thrown in hot cinders
Snakes around and in makeshift tents
Found our breaths to face the torments
O God what a cauldron of agony?
Stuffed in cramped spaces with so many
Confused, witless did we wander
Tried our hard but failed to ponder
O Lord our supreme you know our woes
How we braced-up and stood on our toes
I bow to Him for all his piety
What if we lost the prime of life?
Our children indeed did us a pride
Thanks to thee O Lord we are alive
Bless us now and return us our smile
Jan 2010, San Diego CA.
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