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Jun 23
THAT FATEFUL 23rd JUNE

Some inhuman acts, indiscriminately  done by Satan's sons,  leave an undeniable permanent mark

On this fateful day , our proud Emperor Kanishk,  into the Irish coast,  near Cork, scattered into those seas, deep n dark

Three hundred and twenty-nine lively, excitedly beating hearts, those innocent lives for ever perished

Their dear ones, eagerly awaiting their arrival; would have beautiful memories,  which they could, life long cherish

Instead, disaster struck, there was wailing and crying,  there was mourning; so many relatives were absolutely shattered

We Air Indians, all of us, were shocked beyond words; speechless, helpless, we felt then, truly, words hardly mattered

Even today, I ask myself, will those sons of Satan, by God, ever be forgiven? Why did they,  those innocent lives diminish?

Why didn't those cowards attack those they had an issue with? Why do they let them rest n comfortably sit in their niche ?

How I wish, fight their battles bravely n directly they would, with the people whom they have these indifference, these issues

The world, a peaceful, secure, and safer place will become for people, once directly sensibly dealt are, these issues.

Armin Dutia Motashaw
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