SEARCHING FOR FAITH AMONG CRUMBLING BONES

It’s a fresh new year, cocooned in smog and fanned by icy fingers of this winter’s chill
Our faiths are shaken
By some crumbling bones
Bearing testimony to man’s crazed mind
Evil had her wild laugh
Suddenly
And you wonder at her diabolical forms
Smoke pouring out of a thin, suddenly desperately fragile World Trade Centre
An empire’s might snuffed out as casually as a cigarette
Bombs that went off – like crackers – before a Diwali in Delhi
And instead of scattering lights, just killed and killed and maimed
Daniel Pearl’s last cry of death
Four children in Muktsar
Photographs of dead faces waiting to be identified in police notices in newspapers
Show me the goodness
Show me the faith
Show me how my 5 rupee can keep the old man protected from the knife edge of a January cold wave
Show me god
Show me god
Show me your light and cover all the old and homeless with a warm blanket
Save all the children from demons
Save our souls this year and lead us to a better world