A hundreds of evening walkers,
Along with so many hawkers,
Louder bargains of the buyers,
In the rhythmic tunes,
Of traffic and railways,
it was an any day’s evening!
A sudden explosion,
Of a terror blast,
Befell on the innocent!
In mere minutes,
Of simple life and peace,
Broke into pieces,
Of hatred and blazes,
Into the deaths and scares,
Shattered and battered!
A landscape,
Of the red, with carnages,
Of the tears of survivors and losses,
It was a silence of pain all over,
With handicapped thoughts and blank mind,
It was another Coldest day of complete inhumanity!