The colour of blood
Is universally red
Lanes are tainted with blood -
Red flows the Sabarmati.

Rail-cars are charred black
And burnt homes covered with soot
The inmates are small black lumps
Reduced so, by fury of the brute.

Children have been orphaned
They cry for love and food
Widows, rendered speechless,
In silence do they brood.

The temple in my heart
Has gone up in flames
Seeing ages of civilization
Go down thus in waste.

"Hatred does not cease
by hatred," the Buddha said,
"Hatred ceases by love,
by love alone," he emphasized.
"Forgive them their sins," thus Jesus prayed
For verily they knew not why and what they did
In view of the above let bygones be bygones
Build Gujarat anew, love and faith be the corner stones.