Bhopal's Silent Tears

In Bhopal's night, a silent gas did creep,

A tragedy profound, a city in sleep.

Methyl isocyanate, a deadly tide,

Claiming lives, where sorrow did reside.

A factory's breath unleashed a toxic woe,

Choking dreams, where innocence did grow.

A Union Carbide cloud, a ghostly pall,

A dance of sorrow, a relentless thrall.

The streets echoed with anguish and despair,

As poison tainted the once-clean air.

Families shattered, lives torn apart,

In the tragic theater, a broken heart.

The gas, a specter, haunting the night,

A Bhopal symphony, a sorrowful plight.

Yet in the tragedy, resilience was found,

A city's spirit, rising from the ground.

Remember Bhopal, a scar on time's face,

A plea for justice, a lingering trace.

In the echoes of grief, may lessons ring,

A solemn requiem, for healing we sing.