We bled to death.
Paid the price in blood!
A devastation and grim reminder,
that the human life has no value.
Life wouldn’t be the same again.
Like the tender flower,
crushed to death,
we could never come to terms.
We may laugh and sing the anthem of life.
Yet! The fear instilled in us.
Perhaps, closure is such an abused word.
Humanity sank the lowest.
It was that day!
We abhorred it and hated to be reminded.
Face the demons!
Sacrifice of the unsung heroes.
Blood must be scrutinized.
Corpses lying in blood should rage in our minds.
Forgetting is no closure.
We remember the city bleeding and consumed in anger.
Remembering the dreaded terror attack in Mumbai 26/11, eight years back and the loss of lives.