Pools of blood and streams of tears,
Unheard shrieks and unseen fears.
Prayers unsent and hopes never lost
Blazes of fire and burning frost.
He lost a daughter and she lost a son.
Too many went out that day but came back none.
The three-year-old lost his father,
The girl in the hospital lost her mother.
She did not know now who would protect her,
the dearest sister lost her brother.
The 'I love you too' never came back,
She waited and waited until the breaking news.
Loudest voices went inaudible
Lifeless faces muttered prayers
But maybe even God was not available that day,
No one could hear her, no one could see,
The little girl did not know who to pray.
He waited in the balcony for his blue toy plane,
But neither did dad arrive nor did his plane.
She did not know his "Darling, I'll be home soon" would never come.
Neither did the woman whose son's first day at job became his last.
He struggled till his last breath,
for his son was waiting,
The toy plane remained wrapped in his hands but soon he was no more breathing.
Although it's been a decade since then,
And maybe they're all in heaven
But can we take out a moment to remember them,
Since it's 26/11.