The Taj Hotel
one of the most renowned
stood there in flames with the victims inside
as their near and dear ones in agony drowned
of whose pictures were pasted nationwide
the victims of those villainous terrorists
were trapped in blazing fires
in their trapped rooms
alone in the darkness of evil
a sudden outburst released fumes
but the hotel services stopped at nothing
they worked together with other courageous forces
to obtain the cause of all those blasts..all its sources
VIP's ran out like normal mortals
showed no sign of attaining public attention
fighting through the three-day battles
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Bombay stood still...mourning the days outbursts
waited for it to die down
but everything seemed to go faster
everything seemed to breathe its last breath
the Taj Stood ..looking much more magnificent as ever
news arrived....183 precious lives were borrowed by God
and 300 were still on the waiting list for the 'Angels Department'
and so as people faced the deadly reality
they sang to celebrate the lives of those lived
and held candles in respect to those lost treasures
as the city spent the night mourning those lives.
Author notes
Atribute to the 183 dead and 300 injured victims of the Bombay terrorist attack
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This is beautiful, and a personal topic, thank you for taking the time to enter and I wish you the best of luck.

