Bodies lying in pool of blood as the crowd run in different directions frantically begging for help;
Innocent children standing alone, mourning the loss of parents in front of their eyes;
Gunshots heard as the killers mercilessly took aim at the innocent crowd;
The city was held to ransom as bodies lied cold on the floor;
There was a paralysis of fear as people couldn’t understand what was happening;
The gun man shot competent police officers, brought the city to halt and bodies were falling;
The city’s jewel, Taj Hotel, was not spared from the heinous terror attack that shook the nation;
The army Jawans, cops laid their lives so that the residents can sleep peacefully;
War zone was declared in the lives of civilians for three days;
The people couldn’t understand what was happening;
Oh! No! Not my city. We proudly called our city the most resilient city;
Why is it happening to us?
Hearts broke, there were anger and fury every where;
Innocent lives lost, a city brought to a halt as blood were shed like flowing water;
What have we learned as the city was held hostage?
Nothing, one is tempted to ask as vote bank politics is done over dead bodies;
The city has risen time and again;
It’s not a matter of resilience but a question of survival.
The poem is a tribute to the 26/11 terror attack that shook the foundation in Mumbai. It was the black November in 2008 as the city was held hostage as many innocent people lost their lives, cops and army men laid their lives so that the city can breathe. Remembering the victims of 26/11.