The Most Gruesome 59 Hours in Mumbai

Nora
It will be a day for us to remember

Close to the end of November

Almost a day like 11th September

The 59 hours we will all remember

Inside our hearts nervousness grew

It was like a nightmare come true

The place with the most beautiful view

Was now where bullets flew

This was a city where I belonged

This was the place where we sang a romantic song

We were looking at those who tried to obtrude upon

We could not understand what was going on

We are so happy that this has ended

Upon us has peace decended

They had come to disturb our peace

And died at the hands of our military police

Published by Nora

I just like to write whatever I feel from my heart....most of what I have written till date has been my own experiences or feelings  View profile

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  • Bridget Ilene Delaney1/8/2012

    Great piece, but sounds like a horrible time!

  • Dan Reveal5/17/2011

    Another very good poem!! Please write more!!!

  • Bridget Ilene Delaney3/30/2011

    Writing is my time machine, takes me to the precise time and place I belong. ~Jeb Dickerson

  • Bridget Ilene Delaney3/16/2011

    I'm still sick today, but I figure I can handle copying and pasting comments to get some returned.

  • bali742/24/2009

    Your pain is reflecting in your words Mayka,,very nice work

  • Charlotte Kuchinsky2/19/2009

    Excellent job. It moves the reader and makes him or her feel the pain.

  • Shaheen Darr2/10/2009

    Very sad indeed Mayka, so moving

  • jcorn1/16/2009

    Very, very moving and done in poetic form, too. Superb!

  • Donna1/16/2009

    Such a heartfelt piece, thank you for sharing

  • Angie Mohr1/12/2009

    Very moving!

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