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The Silence of the Souls

Updated on October 25, 2017
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I am no poet, just a thrower of words. Still wandering what's life and why and how did I end up here?

A Free Verse Poem


In midst of the Lord of the weakest and strongest
We observe our silence dutifully,
For years of infinite count and times unknown
We've been doomed to meet our destiny,
By the hands of ill-doers, who strive to kill.

I'm father of two lovely babies; bless them Lord
Today is my daughter's birthday, and I've to be at home
Early to see her smile, to make her laugh, to hug her
And love her.
My wife's been waiting for me to throw a party
Ah! I see a big Satan coming toward me,
Bringing hate and terror
Yes, it is too close to hit and all I have in my mind
Is horror of not being there
For my child, my love, my daughter!

I'm an old man who pays visits to my wife here, and today
We plan to celebrate our long-lasting bond of marriage and love
I'm here to pick her up, and leaning from the window,
Hands in hands, we see, Oh my God!
We see a gigantic plane flying to bid us farewell forever,
My wife weeps for me and me for her,
Before it is blood everywhere.

It is a peaceful day as I board the plane to see my fiance,
one I dearly love
Her picture is in my hand;
my smiles are pure with my heart beating for her
In those moments of blessings,
I hear hue and cry within the plane,
as it is hijacked


In moments, I see the twin jewels of my country,
But something is wrong, I realize soon enough
That it is my last ride, ride to the heaven, where I will meet
My love, my fiance which I am leaving here, protect her Lord!
I wish you could see our faces as we drew closer and closer,
Faster and faster, nearer and nearer to the climax of our fear,
toward the twin towers, to meet our creator.

Death is a blessing for pious, they say!
I am a blessed mother of five,whose five sons
are strong as an iron shield, loving as angels,
My sons! Never did I know what would happen,
World is a place of rest and moving on
Time is mechanics of life and death,
Whose first and whose at the end, does it matter?
Love is God, and God love! I just miss my five pearls.

In midst of the Lord of the weakest and strongest
We observe our silence dutifully,
For years of infinite count and times unknown
We've been doomed to meet our destiny,
We are dead now, but alive among hearts of all humans
Who remember us, love us, miss us and share our pain
And blessings; Love is God, and God love.

© 2017 Kashif Ali Abbas

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      Tamara Yancosky Moore 3 weeks ago from Uninhabited Regions

      So dramatic is your expression in this eloquent poem. As I read it, I can remember this horrifying day, and I thank, deeply, The Good Lord for my children, friends, and family! Still, my heart is restless over this day of terror, and those who have lost precious ones.

      Tamara xxx