He sat huddled in a corner, ears shut tight
A handsome face of eighteen, fear running in eyes.
Never had he imagined, his country so beautiful would become a battleground;
His loved ones all gone, buried underground.
Opening his eyes a little, he smiled
As if remembering the good times.
For this was the place he had enjoyed
Danced and merried a several times.
Faces so joyful all around.
Music playing in the common ground;
Alas! they could not see the hovering clouds.
Who had invited war he wanted to ask?
There were all in happiness and no hatred prevailed in his town.
Then how did it come to this?
Missiles like shooting stars pouring down;
Tearing off human bodies, leaving cripples all around.
Someone please stop the commotion he cried!
And then he heard another explosion!
Someone please stop the war he whispered!
As he breathed his last, he smiled!
Hoping for peace in another life!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem