A million tears fell down to the news,
Some ended up in palms some dried on cheeks,
Like the ones ended up in air, while others fought for life,
It’s a building or a plane or dirty fate or thirst for blood,
That took away people making widows and orphans,
Anger and vengeance engulfed over nations for the loss,
Life is short and fragile to be broken before it breaks on its own,
Dreams shattered down like the debris came pouring down,
What a terrible sight that was no man wished to see in life,
Fuselage, flesh, blood, bricks and cement erupted to wild attack,
Two mighty structures on roaring conflagration of bright plumes,
Who knew tears were so bitter and lips curl so red to sobbing,
The buildings might be erect again and life fills back into those rooms,
But for few that still remains a nightmare all their life lived in grief,
Children ask mom for their father, mother asks the sky for her man,
In the dark an old mom flows tears on her wrinkled cheeks for?
Some take to chest the framed photos closing their eyes to agony,
Father holds a burnt candle as that was last birthday for his son,
Some dinner tables never knew why their guests never turned up,
This is not going to be forever very soon they all would show up,
At the golden gates of heaven eager to meet their loved ones,
We plea the angels in heaven to keep them safe until we reach,
As they have seen enough brutality before they left us forever.
