Forgotten souls
that weep
for an
Unfinished dream,
for a life
Half-lived
that ended in an agony
of twin blasted Implosions.
Forgetting the past —
Al Qaeda Osama
the terror
the horror
of tumbling towers
the cries that pierced
the silences of death
and yet triumphing
Arabian perfumes
silver bricks
Clear the stench of corpses,
Wars for Holy Lands by
the hypersaline lake of the dead or
the fertile banks of Sarayu.
Medievals lanced
did a grizzly dance.
Moderns sign treatise,
pass laws.
Money quenches
flames of charcoal agony
blazing fires of climate change.
Can virus wrapped politics wash away the terror of it?
Is it safe to build towers in New York?
Mitali Chakravarty is a writer and the editor of Borderless Journal.
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