I was on the roof of my apartment last anniversary day, and imagined myself on Ground Zero, where the world trade center was, looked through my binoculars for the marauders in 360 degrees, and through the corners of my tear filled eyes, at the souls appeared in the smoke, as if came visiting, wishing to see dear colleagues, and trying to tell what went in their mind in final minutes; and pity was; they were not aware still, how cruel were their fellow beings. So I thanked all the Gods, but very silently then, lest those poor souls would be disturbed to learn they were, after all, the martyrs, who never left their workstations, yet did their respective countries proud.
Copyright Seshu Chamarty 2007
9/11
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