In the early morning,
When I opened the window,
Blood was running like flood.

But, what I wanted to see was
the dawn’s sun.

When I opened the door,
I saw dead bodies.

But what I wanted to see was,
the beautiful flowers.

“What is happening?”

I asked the others.

“War” answer came.

I couldn’t go out.

- Vijikala
( Yogaswami Home / Class 9)

10/2004