Deep down in the bottom of our hearts,
Lay buried the shattered dreams,
Along with the rubbles of Twin Towers-
The pride of American brisk business.

No aliens have ever trodden,
The sanctum sanctorum, though forbidden,
Of top secrets and classified files,
The dare-devils plunged with planes.

The disaster dawned destruction and chaos,
Tens of thousands lying dead in debris,
Ushering a murky era of crippling economy,
Inflicting untold misery, unfathomable agony.

Indeed are they a severely bruised nation.
Like a towering inferno spitting fire,
The ‘invincible’ fumed with rage and passion,
Marshalling to match terror with terror.

The shell-shocked world stood in mourning silence,
To honour innocent victims knowing no violence,
With bouquets of flowers and candles of light,
To ease the pangs of pain of American might.

True, no lip-service can heal their wounds,
No church-service can erase their mind-scars,
Let actions speak louder than words and promises,
To set in a saga of perennial peace and happiness.

To build a comity of nations of pacifism,
Mixing lofty ideals of uncorrupted socialism,
We shall strive stiffly to live together,
Caste, creed, faith not a huge barrier.

This is the world everyone cherishes:
Eternal peace and prosperity prevails,
Violence and vengeance take back seats,
Black, brown and white enjoying bliss.

Lead us kindly Light
Into that world of sane thought,
Where we manifest spotless love,
Where your angels envy us, in love.