How beautiful was my valley

For the umpteenth time i am sitting on the net trying to find out anything about the blast that has shook the life back home in Assam. I am calling up my parents every 30 minutes to reassure everything is fine. But in my mind I can see the chaos that has wrecked the already flood and terrorism stricken state. As a child lies in the hospital with her burnt face, as a 3 year old looks for his dead mom among the rubble of dead bodies, I want to ask the persons who had done it...what have those people done?...have they ever interfered in your so called ideals? then who gave you the right to do that to them?

When i think of Assam I can feel the serenity that the place had at one time. I have heard how peaceful and calm life was for our parents and for our forefathers who called this beautiful land their home. And as Assam burns in the heat of all the terrorism , i just tearfully think Will we be helpless bystander as we see our beautiful homeland being destroyed by people turning it into a obliterated valley where only death and destruction reigns ?