I peep through the window,
I see the sun,
I see the river,
It makes the fun.
I see the bridge,
Hanging on the ropes,
Moving in the river,
I see the boats.
I see the gardens,
With beautiful flowers.
I see all things.
But wonderful (Twin) Towers?
They have gone.
And nights came on.
No longer gay,
As on yesterday.
Somebody’s father,
and somebody’s mother,
Somebody’s sister
and somebody’s uncle
and somebody’s niece.
Laying in the heaven,
In eternal peace.
Though they appear far apart,
Oh, God! Really, I say,
They all lie in our heart,
My old familiar faces.
Ken Patel