26/11 Mumbai

This poem was written by famous lyricist Mr. Prasoon Joshi post terrorist in Mumbai I am writing its english version

This time when that little girl comes to me with her bruises,
I will not blow gently at her wound,nor distract her,
I will let her pain grow,
Not this time,

This time when I see pain in faces,
I will not sing the song that eases pain,
I will let the pain seep in deep
Not this time,

This time I won't apply any balm,
Nor will I ask you to shut your eyes and turn your head,
while I gingerly apply medicine,
I will let every one see the open,naked wounds
Not this time,

This time when I see difficulty, uneasiness,
I will not run to save the problems,
I will let them become complicated,
Not this time,

This time I will not pick up my tools as a matter of duty,
I will not make a new begining,
Nor will I stand as an example of one dedicated to my job,
I will not let life easily return to normalcy,
I will let it descend into muck,on the twisted paths,
I will not let the blood on the wall dry out,
Nor will let its colour fade away,
This time I won't let it become so helpless,
that you can't tell blood from paan stains,
Nor this time,

This time the wounds need to be watched carefully....... for long time,
Some decision are needed and then some brave moves to be made,
We have to begin somewhere,
This time this is what I resolved.