Cry Mumbai!

'These tears are shaken from the wrath-bearing tree'

                                                   Gerontion, T.S. Eliot                   

For us, the scrolling stats and pics;

For you, the jaws of tightening fear.

Blood, rubble, corpse and tears –

Packed for us in distant calm,

Garnished with all expert views.

Who knows where the experts are

When your streets are ripped in flames!

Faintest glimmer of hope must die

Here the death of thousand bombs,

For some to climb on skulls to reach

Heavenly horde of whores of God!

These the digital tears I have –

How else to weep and mourn your loss?

What else for us who safely watch

Mortal wounds you daily bear?

The neighbour’s child has painted red

The sea that laps your hapless shore.