Is it all my fault mother?
That you lie low and kiss the grounds,
Streaks of your blood flows,
Crimson waters rain amongst the thunder of bullets' sounds.

Is it all my fault father?
That you bathe in waters red,
Choosing the well rather than Dyer's shot,
In this garden, now a deathbed.

Is it all my fault lil sister?
You haven't even grown your teeths yet,
You can't walk, so death walked to you
My wish to come here,
I deeply regret.

It is all my fault!
I thought we'd have fun in this fair,
But my young mind, unaware of the fact that OUR lands were THEIR lair.

~Ajay

A/N:- On 13th April 1919, many peaceful protesters and common people gathered in the Jallianwalah Bagh to celebrate the festival of Baisakhi unaware of the martial law imposed by the colonial British government. General Dyer blocked the only exit and open fired without warning, killing hundreds of men, women and children in the process.

April 2017