Twelve years ago, to the day,
World was at its usual say.
Busy cars, busy people and offices and jobs,
The usual heart treats and the brain knobs.
Children on the street passages,
On their skate boards , with sausages.
The old woman , trying to pass the road,
The young lady with the foodies load.
Tourists in their journey cabs.
Down they step , throwing out the bulky bags,
Lifting the heads , watching in the blue,
As high as the eagles flew.
The tech’s grandest and respected wonders,
More and more high than the thunders,
WTC was named for the world,
On every board when it earned its fame.
But then the dark clouds crash,
Not the hurricanes, nor storms, nor was it the wind’s slash,
Nor the big, huge, Smokey, puffing pipes,
Nor was it the disastrous tornadoes on their hikes...
But it was the most brutal nature’s creation,
The ‘SOCIAL ANIMAL’ on his animation,
Bizarre ideas and filthy intentions,
Leading the world’s religion – ‘HUMANITY’, to detentions.
Another tech’s wonders OR its blunders???
The air-carriers or the air- killers,
Dashing in the thousands of lives,
Cheap death , or , DEATH’S CHEAPEST KNIVES.?
Shocks , cries , fadings , and looks so stale..
Those glittering bright eyes, turning so pale,
Breaking the Dancing shoes , and the roaming teens,
“Ah another dirty nightmare ,it seems..”
Hoping the reality to turn its face,
To mask itself as the BLACK SHOES’ lace,
But these denials couldn’t rescue,
Nor the churches , nor the temples, nor the mosques.
And it was all there, as the walls transformed in specs of dust,
All wishes proved wrong , the nightmare real,what a disgust!
Near and dear ones, wearied and feared and torned and lost,
Damn it! Owing or paying the TERRORIST such a heavy cost?
Just careless , divorcing mean so as of a devil’s will,
Were they Store houses of worthless poison’s hill,
Is it to be paid by the innocent living things,
Or the deepest red bloods, down the streets flowing.
What to review, the lonely reminders?
Or those mind blasting crashing gliders ,
What to feel , “ He’s still beside me..”
Or is it like , “ If yes then why cant I see? “
Mindless intelligence agencies and unforceful leaders,
Vain in trapping down the man-made calamity developers,
Its true ,that life’s motto is – ‘ GOING ON’…
SO , Just leave that monster to create another SMOKEY STORMS?
I just can’t resist to think, as much as I can,
Is this world…God’s or is it of the Man?
If it’s the latters’ , then bound the matters to be worse,
As if though , affected by a curse,
BUT if it’s of the former one ; then be sure enough,
BIN; your times from then on, will crucially be tough.
For you may dodge and rule out the foolish man,
BUT CAN’T DO THE SAME TO YOUR CREATOR’S HANDS,
Your repentance will pay, will pay it all;
Your own rise…WILL BE YOUR OWNED FALL!!!!
