(On their untimely deaths. One died too late and one, too early)  Bal, You were right about the god He took care of his subjects Rewarded those to Him closer Punished any whom to Him objects Must be sins driving them to deaths Who dared appeal for divine justice Fateful nights of communal clashes Died those lesser Hindus, Muslims  You, much loved,  lived on, lives on Immortalized by  Lata and Bachhan Honored with Tricolor, your body Even in death, rules over the  nation —— Kasab, Now that you are gone We can breathe again Lose in the dance of joy…