<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=572379" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sixty Hours</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Smoke, blasts, billowing clouds<br>Billowing curtains from carved windows<br>The railway station now also has it's widows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The city, in a daze, unable to grasp <br>Daily life has stopped; now suddenly<br>Mumbai, in a stupor tries to awake from<br>This nightmare without an end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One dawn, many down.<br>Second dawn, many down<br>Third dawn, day has come<br>What will this city become? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sixty hours of tears, fears and passion<br>Sixty hours of waiting, hoping for compassion<br>The rat-tat-tat carries on, carries on<br>The loved ones have go on to become<br>Victims, heroes, or statistics<br>When the day is finally, <br>Finally and irrevoccably done.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cry, city, cry<br>Shed your lonely tears on the beach<br>Sixty hours, and your loved ones<br>Are far beyond your reach.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this dying we are all one<br>In tragedy we are all one.<br>Now our day is, with sad finality done.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Copyright: Rani Turton</div><div style="margin:10px 0">26,27,28 November 2008</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dedicated in hommage to the victims and those who who gave their lives to protect the city.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rani+Turton">Rani Turton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=572379" data-title="Sixty Hours de Rani Turton" data-description="Smoke, blasts, billowing clouds Billowing curtains from carved windows The railway station now also has it's widows. The city, in a daze, unable to grasp Daily life has stopped; now suddenly Mumbai, in a stupor tries to awake from This nightmare..."></div> </div> </div>

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