Four hundred meters height but may be the safest place to
enter
Along with optimistic hopes, I was entering the mighty world trade centre
Were the hopes genuine of future, or was there an interrogation of or
Whatsoever the consequences I had to reach the fifty fifth floor
Where unexpectedly of the future peril the mental activities were as always on
Till the substantial structure trembled along with a dreadful tone
“The plane has crashed into us “, from up came the dying shout
In my whole body, the oxygenating fluid excited to effuse out
Nothing else was in front of us to reach the stairs
Till now the noxious gas jets had glutted the atmosphere
The right terrace collapsed, the ruined structures started making the mount
I fell, got up, ran, fell, got up, do not remember the count
Again the legs hindered, but excuse me this time someone was there
“Are you stupid, slumbering like this on the stairs?”
“Don’t you have the tongue?” Oh jolted! He was dead
The devil would ring my knell too, I could not be sad
Rushing, ascended several floor, here, there everywhere cries
Every heart grief stricken, but no brain had time to moisten the eyes
The death wasn’t to give up the chase; the mercury was on an increment
Now I can’t, now I can’t, the vicious wounds were proving them significant
Conclusively came the end of struggle and so adorning was the ground
The legs gave way, the eyes closed, the ears refused to perceive any sound
Ages passed and the black balls gazed through the black lined shutters
Julie and Alex were watching the ticking clock with the slightest of utters
Julie ran to doctor, tearful Alex inquired: “Are you fine?”
Paining like anything, what to show off the sign
“I will get well soon, there is nothing to fear”
Powerless to pat on his head, paralyzed? Not even there!
All the world is dustbin, all the humans are leech
I also belong to same species and now only I will teach
I will kill you, you will kill me and the homes will continue to burn
The cycle will keep on rounding; we will have to take out a turn
The story depicted in poem is purely imaginary. This is not related to the real experience of any person present at World Trade Center on 11th September, 2001. Julie is imagined to be the wife of imaginary author and Alex their son.
The poem has been contributed by Ankit Sharma PGP 2011-13. He can be reached at PGP11007.ankit@iimraipur.ac.in
