The day was quiet,
those winds were composed.
The hatred was irrational,
to which mankind exposed.
Sprouts of abnormal vengeance
ended into the ruins of abhorrence.
When few inhuman assailed,
the humanity’s innocence.
Chaos aroused,
abnormal panic discharged in a while.
When 'twin towers' after being stricken,
turned into a debris pile.
Clouds of disgust exploded,
hell from above shower.
Onto an ambitious country of the globe,
well known for being ‘Super Power’.
The day turned dusk before time,
noise moved in and shout broked.
When lives forced to fit death’s mould
in the form of cold ruins, blood soaked.
But heroes turned on again
to save lives of many,
and slapped the plotter’s face,
to unveil amid and proved it uncanny.
The country rose tall again,
from it’s ugly state of catastrophe.
Showed world her ability to cope up,
even from that worst malady.
May those who’ve fallen short and died,
rest in peace and lead to heaven.
On that day of curse to mankind,
i.e., the black date of nine-eleven…(9/11)
Written on the occasion of 11th anniversery of 9/11- the black day in human history.
-unboundmohit ©
