Wounds filled with shrapnel
heart turned to stone.
The chaos around him, had ceased to last
after seconds before a call had come to pass.
A call he made to his mother of 18 years.
He knew not why, she was moved to tears.
The same mother who once threw him out,
the day that she and her father had found out.
"Such hypocrites they are", thought the man.
"The lessons they taught me were lines in the sand,
washed away by the tide in which I was cleansed.
What I then saw of the world...." his thoughts stopped, tensed.
He looked around, saw a girl in the train.
The same one from the day before, his face strained.
She looked at him now, her face a sad story.
"How many meals would she be denied?" No honour, no glory.
Every one around had a different face,
Some happy or sad, some filled with grace.
"Everyone has their story to tell,
who am I to blow them to hell?"
With twenty seconds left, he knew there was no time
He had a decision to make, before his clock would chime.
"God would not create so many stories,
had he not wanted to finish them all.
The decision is not mine, nor the Mullah Omar's.
He has misheard the word of God, or misled,
I wish I realized sooner, then I would not have bled.
I would still be with my family back home,
not throw out, living the life of the proverbial dog looking for his bone.
I will do one thing hopefully to set things right!"
He flew off the train, jumped with all his might.
The second he hit the ground, the bomb went off
He thought he had done good, saved a lot of lives,
But it seems the poor fool did not realize.
On a platform he jumped at Dadar West,
230 people had met their Deaths.......
Disclaimer:- This was written in 10 minutes completely out of my imagination. Yes, it's fictitious and I don't really think a suicide bomber would get a change of heart in the last 20 seconds but when you have someone lecturing during a training session in office, a lot of really really messed up shit enters your head. Might as well make the most out of it and write a poem eh?