I Wish I Could Fly

Trapped in the morning traffic, I wish I could fly;
To soar across the endless sky, towards my destination.

Inching my way through the busy roads of mankind;
Restless, yes, yet assured, I will get through it.

As I near my destination, that touches the sky with pride;
An engineering marvel, THE TWIN TOWERS in NEW YORK.

Once inside the premises, I think of another ordeal;
The rise to the 84the storey, a slow ascent to success.

Punctuality, one of my key virtues in life;
Feel satisfied to be in my cubicle just in time.

Men and women, lives confined to small office cubicles;
Drop into their official places in life, in a routine manner.

A casual walk to the window, promises a breathtaking view;
Entire city seems to be in your grasp, so vast, yet, so tiny.

As I stand there enjoying my morning coffee,feeling my life warm up;
My heart skips many a beat: This could't be happening, I think.

Too low for a flight to cross a city filled with sky scrapers;
To blink, too long it would take; the probabilities storming my mind.

I could see the plane steer itself unmistakeably towards our tower;
Something is wrong, says my pretty confused but stable mind.

As the flight makes clear its destination;
Panic strikes officially, chaos descends on the men and women.

Puppets watching the melodrama in our lives;
We watch the flight crash a few floors below ours.

Time stops for a moment, many years it seems;
Thunderous silence, fear of death grips me in its folds.

The awakening, the deafening sound of a thousand bombs;
With it, engulfing everything in its path, the huge ball of fire.

As my life turns a blazing bright yellow all around me;
Human flesh feeling the brunt of the scorching heat.

I and many a men and women, too shocked to live;
Stand still, half burnt in the tower in inferno.

Shock leads slowly to pain, unbearable pain;
To live or die, a crucial decision, many minds want to make.

To survive this ordeal, an impossible obstacle;
To help the less fortunate, I do not have the strength.

Safety, 84 storeys below, seems a distant land.
Pain, pushing my confused brain to kill itself.

I make the final decision, to take the free fall to death;
I realize then, many burning souls to accompany me and many others.

As I take the last step, I feel my soul screaming for help;
The sudden fear of death, makes me forget the flaming pain.

Head first, I fall across the free skies;
Space, no constraint, What an irony, I think.

With every brush of air,I feel my life go by;
Friends, relatives, family and my entire life.

The heartless activity of a misguided few;
Renders the innocence of many in flames.

The cry of a new born baby, expecting its mother's embrace;
The mother;burning in hell;thinking of her babies fragrance.

The successful, the not so lucky ones, losing life in unison;
What difference does it make to the burning jaws of death.

In life, punctuality, a principle I thought worth dying for;
In death, I desperately wish for time to live for.

Every second draws death closer to by dying soul;
To accept it, I have prepared myself,As I fall.

As I near my final destination;
I see the last view of my life.

Strewn across the roads, human bodies, flesh and blood;
My destiny, to be buried in this human cemetery.

The moment has arrived,nothing else to think, to live for;
I close my eyes, I close my eyes, I close my eyes.
My last words of hope : I WISH I COULD FLY........

One more body plunging to its death, the terrified viewers see;
Many it followed, many more to follow, the deeds of the heartless few.

Innocence, forgetten by mankind in war;
In war, mankind itself forgetten.

MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON US ALL!!