 RAIN IN MUMBAI It rains blood over Mumbai Splattering over those rails Mingling with twisted metal And those innocent wails
It rains gore over Mumbai Strewing limbs once revered Those hands that caressed Now lie in debris severed
It flows, that blood rain From those horror filled eyes An old mother sits mumbling Where her dead son lies
Screams pour over Mumbai As loved ones watch in despair Wasn’t it time for dinner together Then how can they funerals prepare?
“Why?” plead those widows Those children now orphaned Can there ever be a reply For such gruesomeness churned?
It also rains demons in Mumbai An apocalypse cruelly unleashed It was a simple day my friends Shattering life as it finished ~Glowing
Embers~
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