(Dedicated to the Mumbai Terror attack victims and martyrs who laid their lives down with pride!) <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />I silently mourned in helpless agony <br />Tears of pain remained <br />Within realm of my eyes <br />I did not know where he rest <br />And the wreath withered in my hand. <br /> <br />I had seen the festooned lanes <br />When gods on chariots did parade <br />Irrespective of religion, <br />A procession of humanity <br />Observed obeisance, no god was ever paid <br /> <br />Every street looks as if a cemetery <br />So common death has become <br />And I dread it unusually less <br />With such pride the martyr died <br />Now death is welcomed into our home.<br /><br />Seema Aarella<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/martyrdom-4/
