For those many …

Author’s thoughts: Memories of 26/11 were fresh in my mind when I read the news of the Newtown shooting. It feels sad that a moment of madness changes so many lives, more than we can imagine. Each of these victims had a dream, were a dream of someone, and would have had dreams of someone. They spread love in their own way, and all that was lost to the world in just one moment of madness. I pray God gives their heart some solace, for only His presence can, not any of our words.

where goes humanity
from insecure hearts?
where in just moments,
dreams are torn away,
innocence shattered,
oh Lord, is fate at play?

where goes destiny
for cherished dreams?
for each dreamer
was a lifelong dream,
to so many other souls
who can’t be consoled.

darkness has fallen
on this world again,
a nation still mourns
for its children lost
four long years back;
another on the track
mourns – inconsolably,
for its children lost
but a fateful day ago;
in just few moments,
few insecure hearts
took away that light.

no borders for loss –
neither do numbers,
nor methods matter;
neither does time,
nor distance matter;
lost was much love,
dreams of so many
now angels above.

a prayer for peace –
for all those souls
we once had missed,
for those we still do,
and those we shall
always remember.

God Bless.

Shared with Poetry Pantry, dVerse Open Link Night and One Single Impression

(’12, Dec 16)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

24 thoughts on “For those many …”

    • Yes Harshal, 26/11 was a sad moment in our nation’s history, and the Newtown shooting is one in the USA’s history I’m sure. I pray for all, in death there are no borders.

  1. It’s happening in other parts of the world too ~ A crazy man in China just killed 30+ small kids with his knife last week….these stories are horrifying to read ~ I will join you in prayer for peace and love ~

    • Guess insanity has no borders too, Grace. It is sad how the value of life goes down in some people’s eyes and they lose their mind. Horrifying to read, and to imagine. Thank you for your prayers as well.

  2. Your words are somehow comforting, coming from the other side of the world. We all suffer together at times. It doesn’t make the pain go away but it is better than being alone. Thank you, Leo. I join you in prayer.

  3. No border or distance matters, my heart goes out to parents as this loss is unbearable and irreparable. As a parent I understand it will take a lifetime to make peace with this. I pray for the departed souls and their families, this all I can do. It feels helpless…

    • Yes, that feeling is there. Helplessness. I’m not a parent, but I can understand their loss, and my heart is with them too, Meenakshi. I do what I can do, and that is pray for peace to those little souls no longer with us. Thanks.

  4. You have definitely captured the feelings of the day in this poem! Yes indeed, one tragedy reminds us of all others, and reminds us of all those we miss who are no longer with us. Always so glad to see you in Poetry Pantry.

    • Yes, memories are easily invoked by such times, and reminds us of good times. Feelings of the day, and of the past, Mary. Thanks. It’s a pleasure to be at the Pantry too.

  5. Its the same people with same feelings across different borders, sharing our agonies with each other will neutralise it if not end it completely. Good message

    • No. It’s not easy, it’s in fact very hard to see loved ones falling, countrymen falling. But a little thread of solace is that we’re not alone in sadness perhaps. Thanks, Brian.

  6. strong write. really a great piece. Outstanding verse. I especially liked this stanza:

    no borders for loss –
    neither do numbers,
    nor methods matter;
    neither does time,
    nor distance matter;
    lost was much love,
    dreams of so many
    now angels above.

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