We’ve all heard the original by William Wordsworth. This is Kasab’s version:
I wander’d quiet as a shroud
That floats on high over plagues and ills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A horde, that around CST mills;
Beside the tracks, beneath the eaves
Jostling and fighting with ho’s and heaves.
Continuous as the lights that shine
And change on the Central Railway,
They stretch’d in never-ending line
Along the margin of right-of-way:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
All happened to be there by chance.
The bodies besides them fell; but they
Picked themselves up and tried to flee:
A terrorist could not but be gay,
In such unsuspecting company:
I fired – and fired – but little thought
That death to me the show had brought.
For oft, when in my cell I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood
They flash upon that inward eye
‘Cause of confinement in solitude;
And then my heart with horror filled,
For I am to join those I have killed.
– Mohammed Ajmal Kasab