An incessant cry

A little child cries incessantly
The warm blood flows beneath,
Kissing the palms
And turning them red...
Taken aback by
A strange incident
Beyond his reach
Papa’s delightful consolation
Has just vanished
And Mama’s celestial
Kisses are never forthcoming
Despite the routine tricks
Defeated hopelessly to get
The much needed attention
Too scared and perplexed
Of unmoving surroundings
Innocent eyes wander allover
To find an answer
Slow drops of blood
Is all one can hear
Mama still on the bed
Drowned into a cruel sleep
Papa's eyes have shut from
Flashing on and off
They turn sudden strangers
For reasons unknown
As the blood stops to drop
The red gets thicker and darker
Tired of weeping; surrenders to sleep
Keeping the hope alive
Through the fainted sight

(Written during the Mumbai terror seize)