one of my frnd wrote this piece of writing dedicated to 26/11 , cudnt resist from posting it here..her id here " beckytower" , she doesnt posts now
look above, above your ducked head, look at that red sky.
watch those birds, they've heard the message of terror, just watch the way they fly.
don't ignore their soaring cries, they're saving you from the coming disaster.
do something now, you do not want to regret the unforgettable loss after.
too late now, no one heard them. they're gone now, they're flying higher.
too late now, fate played it's dirty game. it's left nothing behind... just my house on fire.
trapped in the burning home...
the heart beats with this message, 'remain strong, remain firm.'
'how much longer will they hold us inside?',
questions her husband, the newly-wedded bride.
'how much longer are we locked inside?',
asks his Mum, that innocent, four year old child.
wonders and worries of death are raining hard... raining on those trapped by the four walls.
unaware and tense remain those, those burdened with the heavy hearts of their loved ones...that might fall.
who knows what's coming next? what storm must we now fight?
no one stopped and thought for a single moment, do the results of each gunshot and fire, ever prove right?
miles apart from it all, we watch, we witness this war take place.
miles apart from it all, we watch, we witness the childlike innocene fade away from the new orphan's face.
i hear the cries, the loud cries of a no more brother.
his voice aches my heart, and his fall hurts my eyes... as he slips and screams in pain for his dead sister.
this fire is turning a deeper orange
but it won't end until it turns red in its feel of ruthless revenge.
there breaks another home, there ends another family. there goes another bomb, there we lose out on innocent more.
why is it happening, what is it for?
hours are moving along, why is this not ending?
coming out one by one, we count those now dead... this loss will change everything.
how many are down? how many to go?
these questions remain entangled, with the time passing by so slow.
it lasted longer than life had ever felt to be,
a sight so strongly damaging, something you'd never want to see.
some burnt, some shot, some blown.
some named, some died unknown.
so happened what was to happen,
in mere seconds, the pride was attemped to be broken.
no it wasn't right, nor deserved.
but you're wrong & you failed, that pride still lives within our hearts, strongly preserved.
it's loss leaves a deep cut within us, an event eternally unforgettable.
we've seen many of the same kind, but nothing like this was ever imaginable.
those now no more between us.. stand out, stand strong within our heart and eyes.
that glorious way in which you fought for one and helped each other, you really touched the skies.
so whilst the others call our soldiers and warriors, 'the hero', 'the saviour'.
i salute you whole heartedly, you, 'the common man' who portayed such dutiful behaviour.
as i continued to watch my house on fire, watch it burn.
this city & it's people even made the coming death feel so peaceful and beautiful in return
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