Too little and too late

Dedicating this poem to people who were innocent victims of the bomb blast that took place in Delhi on 07.09.2011


The night grew dark but there was no fear,

The heart grew heavier yet there was no tear.

He knew this was not dope,

It was a life filled with hope.

All this meandering, where will it take?

Who cares when your life is at stake.

Words and thoughts don't matter anymore,

When your goal is at fore.

One shatter to break his sleep,

No thought could be as deep.

He just sat up wide awake,

Every breath of his was equal to a quake.

Now is the time screamed his heart,

His dreams had already drifted apart.

He tried to see his soul,

But all he saw was his body taking a toll.

He finally took his last breath,

With that he embraced death.

She suddenly remembered him again,

But it was too late as he had died with pain.