What sort of a world have we come to where we have to think twice about where we want to go out to for lunch and what means of transport we have to take and what the risks of dying due to a suicide bomb are on that trajectory? What sort of a world have we come to where we find ourselves thinking of death, not as something that comes mostly with old age or poor health, but as something which can take masses of innocent lives any where, any day, any hour, any minute or even any second? What sort of a world have we come to where our lives are at risk even as we are going to buy a loaf of bread, or as we are taking a stroll in the park, or as we are waiting at a bus stop to go to work, to go home or to see a friend or a loved one? What kind of a dark place have we come to? Does this place have a name? Does it have a soul? Does it have any mercy?
Take me away from this Dark Place. Take me to Peace.