The massacre of innocent lives in Mumbai had millions of stories. Fortunately, most of those killed were not children. Unfortunately, several of those orphaned still. The following lines are dedicated to all the children who shall have a void in their life forever. Those who lost their dad, mom or even both. These lines are also written for the wives who shall never see their husbands again, for husbands who shall never see their wives. In short, to all those who lost a loved one. For those who lost years in those hours, as well as to those who gained some, only to realise the vagaries of life. (Above) The tall and mighty Taj a while after the incident... Took it from my cell camera on a bike ride with a friend... With eyes so blue in a face so grim, Songs of sorrow stored deep within, Her heart growing weaker with growing pain, Heart break as cold as winter rain. She stalk midnight like shadows at noon, And waits but knows he won’t be here soon, Lights shine out at a distant scene, He...