When destiny rides the top and the fate gives the years
Moving through the path, the life takes the turn
The journey is long and so the weather is warm
The trees provide the shade and the water cools us down
The goal is very distinct
And prominent is the destination
But the confusion always persist
At crossroad and intersection
Oh what a turn it was and how cruel was the change
After that straight long walk which was probably strange
The hurdles weren’t present, the obstructions hardly visible
But the screams were there, with painful decibels
The direction became faint
With the tremendous reverberation
And the confusion always persist
At crossroad and intersection
Does the life starts or ends there
Is the matter to be considered
Conflicts arising with the enigmatic developments
And the results are also blurred
The deadly number of the counter incremented
But the fate hardly bothered
What a pathetic scene did it create
When the valiants did encountered
The goose pimples appear
With the news of the devastation
And the confusion still persist
At the crossroad and intersection
The exorbitant piles of the debris
And the forbidden screams underneath it
The sticky smell of the rotting bodies
Even the stray dogs feed on it
A few of them lost their hand
And some were deprived of their leg
Oh what a turn their life did took
Even the rich were bound to beg
The experience counts for the life time
With this exceptional confrontation
Does the confusion still persist
At the crossroad and intersection
The news will take a backseat
Only the deadly memories will remain
The wound is going to dry up
But not the shocking pain
A child is compelled to cry
A mother can’t help to weep
But we can help our fellow Indians
With the love which is exceptionally deep
They all need our help, if not for anything else
Then atleast for the cremation
And now the confusion should not persist
At the crossroad and intersection
