How many awoke that morning bowed by the burdens of life?
Perhaps some anticipating happy reunions at the rail's journey end.
Or some enjoying late evening dining and romancing with loved ones.
Others in fleeting transit on business or on pilgrimage to Ghandi's nation.
Many just coming to the end of a day of toil and ready for simple rest.
Surely not one expected to die in a hail of bullets and bombs that day.
Not one deserved that their lives, their hopes and dreams ended that way.
They had no part in creating the hatred and madness that overtook them.
But for their memory, let us strive for this hatred and madness to end.