The City of my Dreams

Between dusk and dawn
Lies the darkness of terror
Mumbai Burns!

Her dreams shattered
A limb torn apart
Another crushed
Weeping, sobbing
She reaches out.

Stripped of her pride
And shorn of her stature
Eyes stark
Like empty bullet shells
She reaches out.

Her soul lacerated
Her spirit blown apart
Screaming, kicking
Fighting back
She reaches out.

The city of my dreams…
Bleeding, raw, scarred
Tattered and torn
Dreams in the darkness of terror
She reaches out.

And Mumbai burns!

I reason,
Earth is short,
And Anguish – absolute,
And many hurt,
But, what of that?

I reason, we could die –
The best Vitality
Cannot excel Decay,
But, what of that?

I reason, that in Heaven
Somehow, it will be even,
Some new Equation, given –
But, what of that?

Emily Dickinson