Not everyone is lucky in several nations where the animal of state-sponsored terrorism is at large. The massacres on September 11 in the United States and on October 28 in St. Dominic Church in Bhawalpur, Pakistan, while the congregation was praying, are interconnected. These massacres and several other assaults are warnings to freedom-loving people that the present century can be an appetizing banquet for this animal. The blasphemy laws and the separate electorate system in Pakistan have created a climate of tension and fear for minorities, particularly Christians.
The following poem that I wrote not long ago expresses my inexpressible feelings of hope that is a life jacket in the sea of the insane attacks by the beast of terrorism. Hope is the embodiment of peace and love:
Through the cracks
in the crumbling walls of now
I grab particles of the dust
from the diamonds of your
shoreless abode of the fathomless bliss.
More than the sweet sobbing melodies
the amaze of the amazing abode
of your calm grace is to me.
Your recollection tiptoes
in the caves of my words
and your sobering silence plays
with the lips of my thinking.