Tears welled up in my eyes, when I saw that innocent face
Let down by life & troubled by fate.
All I could see was the question in his eyes
Whom do we love & whom do we hate?

He grew up listening to tales like all of us
Tales of valor, tales of forgiveness
Tales of peace & tales of love
Tales which he believed in, more than anything else.

Was he wrong in loving everyone?
Or was he wrong when he gave a helping hand.
Was he wrong when he gave a shoulder to cry?
Or kissed the face on which the tears ran.

His life was nothing but one big question,
Answers for which no one had,
All those people who grieved today
Were the same bunch who till yesterday never cared.

Well I read the comments & thought Ill mention whom I wrote this for & why..

Last week Mr. Satyanarayana was dastardly killed by Taliban militants

The very next day the family received condolence messages from all over the country.

Announcements were made & compensations were given. He is survived by his wife & his three kids..& one look into those teary eyes will tell you for whom I wrote this. I started writing this poem last week but couldnt find lines to end it...Exactly a week after the incident I noticed that there was no news on the family...What happened to his wife who had tried to commit suicide...what about his kids?? what about the compensations??? All that was left were the news paper clippings....Thats why I left the last lines abrupt cos thats the truth...