Nine Eleven Memorial Building

9/11 memorial museum

I sat in silent thought and memory,
on the floor of the memorial building,
amidst bent crumpled steel beams,
remnants of walls and pipelines,
on the walls pictures of those who are no more.
In that silence was the muffled pain
of those who had watched in agony,
the heartache of those who lost
their dear ones, screams of children 
for dear parents, and many 
feelings of love that remained buried
in the rubble.
Hatred destroyed the steel beams,
the concrete crumbled, the twin structures
collapsed, but the strength of love
endured. 
In the rubble and debris, hope survived.
Built here is a temple to the strength of
human endurance- and a testament
to the truth- that love always prevails over hatred.

Free verse
Wrote on 26/04/2023 
while sat at the Memorial building
near one world New York!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Ray Choudhury Avatar
May 18, 2023 at 6:53 AM
This is a really touching poem in free verse, Krish. I had been to New York before all these happened, and stayed very close to these buildings. The day the tragedy happened, I was in Toronto, teaching a class of young children! You have expressed your feelings with brilliant choice of words, as if I can see the place. You are a precious member at this site - please stay in touch. Warm wishes ~ Mala
Radhakrishna Avatar
May 18, 2023 at 8:54 AM
Thanks Mala! Yes. That museum has such an atmosphere! I felt sad and wrote this poem seated on the lower most floor! Hope you are well!!
Cunningham Avatar
April 29, 2023 at 2:40 PM
Love overcomes hatred every time Krish, two of my daughters have been to see it. I always remember when it happened, I was in Spain and couldn't believe what I was seeing on the TV. The day evil reared it's ugly head. Hope you're enjoying your travels and keeping well. Tom
Radhakrishna Avatar
May 2, 2023 at 9:50 AM
Thanks Tom! It is a sad place and is a monument to the courage of those who risked their lives to save others!
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