Dear Friends,
This is my first blog and I thought, I start by writing on something related to an incident which has changed the world's perception towards terrorism. However, the known fact that I am a typical person who likes to do things in a different way, as always there lies the twist. Being my first blog, I would like to write through my natural talent available……not merely for some publicity but because of the flair I possess and also to showcase the talent I had possessed all these years without much exposure of it to my near and dear.
Frenz, the poetry was written 2 days after the eventful attack and was not much distributed by me amongst my friends with an exception of a small finite number. So, having this in my mind, I just thought it was best if I put this up on my very first blog and then continue to add more blogs to write in my name by addressing some issues inspired from the society and of course my personal life as well.
While I don’t expect one and all to be there always to view some crap I write about, I only wish I can at least have some on my friends to provide some frank feedbacks and help me mature as a writer…all in the quest of making my passion and dream of being a reporter one fine day in my life.
As I was walking around,
Like never before in my life
I realized
I had come to that site,
Where once, everything what stood was white.
So huge it was,
With such architectural beauty,
That the workers duty,
Was well appreciated to a cause
Without any pause.
They were so tall,
And said that they would never fall.
But then that day finally came
When fate ended a long game.
It was a disaster worst than the nukes,
And never ever found in the history books.
This was, so a black day
As everybody were lead only to that one way.
Watching people in a state of sorrow
I could imagine what could come on morrow.
Everybody who were called the best,
Were put to a serious test.
This involved people of many ages,
Who just then were out of cages.
They practice what they preached,
And there was no way it could be breached.
They had the will,
That was used only to kill.
This was now the toughest case,
As nobody knew their face.
Manay lost their life’s;
Others lost their wives.
Some lost their dear,
Others lost their near.
It was September,
And certainly a month to remember.
The truth brought us to tears,
For the joy they brought all these years.
Finally when I started my walk,
Amidst much influential talk
There came something indicating on my palm,
Asking me to stay calm.
But then this was too late,
As I lost me fellow mates
To one of the world’s dangerous act of hate
In the country of fifty states.
- Sarvepalli Narasimha Pavan Kumar.
I guess, you must have something to comment..Waiting 4 those comments, so that I can come up with a step better in my next blog......This topic may be from the past, but certainly this blog is not my last!!!!!
