An accolade to the victims of the 26/11 bombings in Mumbai, India.
Martyr– a departed soldier is that all, the soldiers step into a bloodbath with a qualm of death,
Did we think of those whom fears have vexed, those whose loved ones have wept, who begged a life till their last breathe?
To bring their existence to test and to glimpse demise abreast.
The agony they felt and violence to which they knelt,
aren't those ordeals a victim dealt?
Think of a family who went there for rest,
another group of youths who went there for a quest,
a lass who went shopping to look her best– They did not event think they’d be shot dead.
It’s a life they gave in ransom to cruelty and terror,
they said adios although it wasn't their error.
If I pronounce a martyr my heart would cripple of pain,
I’d call them not victims but martyrs of arcane– who drank ounces of bane to give no strain to the others in vain.
The soldiers to me are martyrs too but along with them they have a few who deserve the value,
To do them through the sky in blue to the heavens let’s say they did good deeds over eleven.