No one came that day,
Neither did they come today,
I switched channels,
Every channel showed the same,
The same old bomb blast
The same old terrorist attack,
Tears kept rolling down,
World for me had come to a stop,
My eyes became red;

My children were in the mall,
After a long week,
And were greeted with a blast,
Phone calls all day and
Police files went in vain,
With moist cheeks I kept waiting,
Waiting and waiting,
Waiting for sun to rise...