9/11 (2)

New York, untroubled like a yellow taxi Shifting to the reverse gear, to see a pizzeria, Which saw life butchered and hung Like a butcher’s window. Life then, had stutters and hiccups. It was never free-flowing and serene As the Hudson. That morning, 16 years ago, Some mad men cut the orb of the sun, … Continue reading 9/11 (2)