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I wrote this poem on 911 as an instinctive reaction to the travesty we witnessed at the time, I stumbled across it again, in my notebook in 2024 . Rereading it, brought to the fore once more the depth of shock we experienced on that day, when as mere spectators, we stood transfixed by the relentless reel of unintelligible images broadcast the world over. I wanted to share it. 

The Poem:

White

And hence emerge the living 

Lumbering

Stunned

Their eyes aghast 

Their minds incoherent of the incomprehension

Ghosts

Covered in the white dust of death

Doomed

To bear death in life

All colour expunged by silence

After the thunder

And yet....