Her Question

I wrote this poem when i was an eleven year old kid; deeply moved by war and the tragedies it brings. This was also my very first piece of writing, therefore very close to my heart.

Her Question

She was so small;

 her world so colorful, so beautiful.

But as she grew up, she could see people change,

people all of them.

Not even a single had peace in mind but revenge.

Ah! she looks back at her 'morrow;

her heart fills with immortal sorrow.

Because tomorrow will start devastation;

and people will perish.

Of course! for those who will have victory will cherish.

"Why?" she asks "Why?"

"Why people changed?, why hasn't the harmonious state remained?".

And as she just opens her mouth to shout and cry out,

there is a small sound and then silence.

Dead silence fills the skies and you could see it in her eyes,

on the ground her blood stained body lies.

Then more shooting, more fighting, more crying;

and it will continue till Her Question is answered....

Author's Note

let me know your thoughts:)