Moshe

Gunfire, bombs, terror everywhere

Bodies, bloodied, cries rent the air

People killed brutally — several maimed

Hundreds affected — can’t be named.

From chaotic madness and gruesome

gore

A single face, to me, comes to the fore

Innocent, helpless, insecure

So much sorrow he has to endure.

Just turned two, this lovely child

Orphaned by terrorists, mad and wild

Little Moshe — I wish I could dry your

tears

Hold you tight — dispel your fears.

Moshe Holtzberg with his father Rabbi Gavriel

Now you are so little and frail,

Soon you’ll grow and feel the betrayal

But, little one, don’t dwell in revenge or

hate

The act was heinous, ’twas cruel fate.

Your father was a good rabbi,

Tragic for one so young to die.

I feel your pain, irrecoverable loss

All your life, you’ll bear this cross.

But your father was a man of God

Your gentle mother, close to the Lord.

They’d not want you to harbor hate

They’d wish you’d keep hope and faith.

So, little Moshe, when you go to your

land,

Grow with love and peace — take God’s

hand

May angels guide your tiny little feet

So when you grow, your life be sweet.

PERIN ASPY UNWALLA

Ahmedabad