A Prayer

Light flows on dusty streets,
but not the light of sunshine.
Thunders overtake the giggles in the air,
but it is not the rain that follows.

Destiny has decided who will survive
and who will lay lifeless and blind.
But no one can answer on
the question why?

There is sadness pulsing in hundreds of eyes
and plain rage beating in sore hearts.
The charm of joy has expired and
the strength can only fade away to a prayer.


 Prayers and deepest condolences to all those who have lost

relatives or been injured in the bomb blasts in Mumbai.


"Candle flames" by Sonam Mandal


© 2011  Broken Sparkles


14 Responses to “Prayers”

  1. eclipseofthemoon Says:

    …but it is no rain that follows… so moving Blaga.
    A beautifully expressed condolence

  2. deadpoet88 Says:

    Very good poem for the tragedy that happened. I don’t understand why they don’t leave these activities. What do they get out of it? It is terrible, and serves no purpose. They want people to live in constant fear. How is it right? Wonderful poem Bee.

  3. booguloo Says:

    This reminds me of all world events where genocide seems to reign. Very moving.

  4. mish Says:

    A moving tribute to all those affected by this senseless tragedy … and a wonderful prayer !

  5. Olivia Says:

    Heartfelt Blaga Bubble!
    If only people involved in this heinous crime get to read this or appreciate the essence..

    Prayers n wishes xoxo

  6. Marissa Says:

    Hello Blaga, Lovely writing as always. Much enjoyed. Have been too busy even for reading lately! :( I hope you are well, and that life is being very nice to you! Blessings always, Marissa

  7. Deeju Says:

    Hello Blaga,
    What a wonderful way of expressing a prayer to the Lord! Your writing clearly states that the only thing under the power of man is to pray. Beautiful.

  8. Jamie Dedes Says:

    A well-written and deeply felt poem of compassion lighting the fire of love.

    We seem to just have one tragedy upon another these days. Unrelenting.

  9. rebecca Says:

    Autumn is my favorite time of year. I love the leaves turning colors and the cool air. Its a time when kids go back to school and an exciting year filled with Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas. Of course, that’s in my little corner of Hollywood, California.

  10. Jan Freeman Says:

    Moving words, Blaga. The beast within.

  11. dragonkatet Says:

    This was so well expressed and an apt tribute to such a horrible thing. So sad. :( May all of them find peace.

  12. dreamingthruthetwilight Says:

    In someone’s heart
    Hate coagulated
    And love stopped
    Going round

    Did he think
    That in another’s death
    A cure for his angst
    Would be found?

    The thunder rolled
    Yet again
    A bloody trail
    A senseless refrain

    He seeks heaven
    That misguided wretch
    But its hell he buys
    With another’s pain?

  13. Cherlyn Says:

    A loving poem in memory of those lives lost, a heartfelt tribute. Thank you for sharing!

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