It surely wasn't my finger that pulled the trigger,
Nor was it my command that sealed the fate of an exploding bomb,
Delivering death, destruction,loss and sufferings.
Still I am sorry.
My sorry eyes have been always teary,Guilty,Helpless,Longing.
I see your pictures and ache to hold you,Comfort you,Soothe you,Help you.
But I am so sorry.
I tell myself I need a new mobile,
I need to eat pizzas and ice-creams
I think of an amazing trip ,
With my new friends.
I need the money but 
You need to survive and
I need to wake up and instead of being 
Sorry,
I need to be helpful.

We all do.

- TheCuriousPen