Nine Eleven

It was another beautiful morning in the city , Workers looking radiant as always People strolling , Cars horning as pedestrians throttled along the Zebra crossing The subway was crowded with the smell of early morning rush and sweat Little did they know that there was a shadow lurking behind the bright sun The announcer’s voice towered over sound of luggage’s being dragged Flight attendants smartly dressed hurried towards the boarding gates Passengers sat patiently at the lounge, awaiting the call of the day How could they have known that today will change their very lives Nineteen bearded men dressed in polo shirts scattered amidst the crowd Each missing the silky feel of their long white robes and heavily woven turban As they try to fit in with their newly bought Jeans and Sky blue snickers They knew what was about to happen, their lives was fading as the clock ticked People going about their work and children being dragged to school It was the ninth hour of the Mane , The plane heading for a wrong land Passengers struggled for their lives, calling their loved ones for the last time They saw the rage lurking in their eyes, the clothing couldn’t hide the evil A Woman standing in the office, talking to her fiancé on the phone As she stared out the spotless white glass, she saw it heading her way She couldn’t mutter a word as her fiancé called out on the other end Not a step could she take as the wall crashed on her, it was clearly too late Buildings tumbling down the great heights, fire flying through the sky Bodies rolling through the sky like the brutal fall of strong rain in spring Oh what a sorry sight for a blind man, oh what a poison for the soul Some watched with great tears, they could do nothing to save a life Deadly cry of babies filled everywhere, smell of blood saturating the air Heads missing the body buried under the crumbs of the fallen bricks Some puffing out the last breath in them, hanging on for the very last time Thunders of sadness roared everywhere, Mourning voices everywhere So many lives were lost along with Nineteen men who thought it as fate Not a year passes that we do not weep, for the lost souls of this day The brave hearts that left us , even at the face of death some struggled They linger forever in our hearts, as their thoughts dwell within us.