When the flammable breeze escaped the lab,
There was no place breathable on the map.
Bizarre color of the sky,
No birds dare to fly.
Lungs bled, eyes dried,
This was the time when skin cried.
Queue at clueless doctors,
Least they understood the disaster.
Morning again with triple digit dead,
Streets and Yards swept with death.
Heart of nation was in pain,
Here in Bhopal it was a prayer for Rain.
- Me
I am not from Bhopal, neither have I experienced the horrors of Bhopal Gas Tragedy.
Its just a tribute to the people who survived the chemical disaster.