The Great city was bustling with life
Soaking the rare warm sunshine,
The streets were busy, shops were full
Everything seemed normal and fine.
People were rushing to their work
Thinking about the coming weekend,
On their journey to and fro, they would
Cram into the city train end to end.
Some passengers would sit, some would stand
Some in the middle and some by the door,
Some would read newspapers and some novels
Some would sit quite and some would snore.
One day, a bomb ripped through the train
Some couldn’t move and some couldn’t see,
Some were shocked and some couldn’t remember
Some were lucky and some fell dead silently.
7/7/06
Vikram G. Aarella
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-train-bomb-mumbai-london-madrid/
