Will the real mourner please stand up?

A few days ago, I attended a peace talk , in honour of the victims of the recent bomb blasts across the country.
Who where these people?Is it for Ahemdabad or Bangalore? Will their families be present? What kind of resolve will citizens take?Is this the start of a new beginning?These were just some of the questions running through my mind on that damp and rainy Thursday evening.....


It was a beautiful evening of poetry readings -
There were readings from the works of Tagore,the Dohas of Kabir ,the holy texts and even something from a Polish poet.
It was a beautiful evening of song-
Deep and soulful renditions of powerful songs.
It was a beautiful evening of beautiful people,
with expensive perfume, beautiful silver & diamond jewellery
and even more expensive clothes.
It was a beautiful evening-
Except for the fact that hundreds of people had died a couple of days ago,
and even more were succumbing to their injuries in understaffed state run hospitals.
Children were orphaned and families shattered.
And the criminals are still on the loose,somewhere....

All this while poems were read, songs were sung, flashbulbs flashed and the papers printed about the beautiful that teared up, "in honour" of them.