On Dec 23 2015, a BSF plane crashed within 5 minutes after takeoff killing all 10 on board including 2 pilots and 8 technicians. The pilot detected a snag in the 21 year old plane, but was told to ignore it by the ground control.
For more details please visit: http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/india/All-10-on-board-killed-as-BSF-aircraft-crashes-outside-IGI-Airport/articleshow/50290568.cms
A daughter asks
Why?
Why did you let my father die
Why did you make him ride
An old rickety plane?
Repeating the question
Shaking the stone faced official
Her throat dry
Her voice hoarse
Eyes streaming
Squeezing out every drop from her body
No one answers
Of what use the answers?
Her father
Will never return
TV crews shoot
Ten tales of ten homes
Their humble facades
Once happy now scarred for life
An uncle who was an inspiration has died
A baby all of two months old
Too young to know the enormity of its loss
An inert bundle in its inert mother's arms
Wives whipped by shock
A heartrending spectacle
Of a son's vigorous slaps
To awaken his mother
Her glazed eyes
Reveal
A face bereft of life
Ten lives lost in all of ten minutes
The inquiries will come
So the commissions
Public funds
Will once more line coffers
Rich with perjury
The press will move to other stories
Leaving the families alone to grieve
They will recall
In cruel time warp
How ten men set out one morning
With smiling faces
Carrying lunch boxes
With modest meals
For another day at work
And how cruel apathy
Tightened the screws
Of their coffin in the skies
The pathos of a vacuous pleading
Refuses to leave my head
Image: The Hindu Online
For more details please visit: http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/india/All-10-on-board-killed-as-BSF-aircraft-crashes-outside-IGI-Airport/articleshow/50290568.cms
A daughter asks
Why?
Why did you let my father die
Why did you make him ride
An old rickety plane?
Repeating the question
Shaking the stone faced official
Her throat dry
Her voice hoarse
Eyes streaming
Squeezing out every drop from her body
No one answers
Of what use the answers?
Her father
Will never return
TV crews shoot
Ten tales of ten homes
Their humble facades
Once happy now scarred for life
An uncle who was an inspiration has died
A baby all of two months old
Too young to know the enormity of its loss
An inert bundle in its inert mother's arms
Wives whipped by shock
A heartrending spectacle
Of a son's vigorous slaps
To awaken his mother
Her glazed eyes
Reveal
A face bereft of life
Ten lives lost in all of ten minutes
The inquiries will come
So the commissions
Public funds
Will once more line coffers
Rich with perjury
The press will move to other stories
Leaving the families alone to grieve
They will recall
In cruel time warp
How ten men set out one morning
With smiling faces
Carrying lunch boxes
With modest meals
For another day at work
And how cruel apathy
Tightened the screws
Of their coffin in the skies
The pathos of a vacuous pleading
Refuses to leave my head
Image: The Hindu Online
Thats a very sad poem. I enjoyed it. Thank you.
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