nothing changes...and yet life does....

what with these blasts going on everyday?
a price innocent people have to pay...
nothing new it now seems to be,
wonder how much more we are yet to see...

someone crying at the loss of her son,
shocked by the demise of a dear one...
someone informed of a missing friend,
the one they always thought on whom life could depend...

suffers the common man so all his life,
afraid tomorrow it might be his son, his wife...
aware from this fear he can never be freed,
consoles himself that nothing in life is guaranteed...

each time there is a blast in the city,
someones life changes for eternity...
that someone who has to live with the pain,
of never being able to see his loved one again...
one moment in time and everything stands still,
one blast is all it takes soo many to kill...

yet tomorrow our undying spirit they will talk about,
'survivors we are' screaming headlines will shout...
with nobody having the time to stop or pause,
life seems to go back to wherever it was...
and while some take pride in the calamity they faced,
there are those whose loss that can never be replaced....