Tiny Window Poem by roshan jha

When I often used to peep
through my tiny window
I enjoyed watching butterflies playing with flowers,
and kids jumping high and low

Then the sky was too clear,
and the sun was also not too hot,
so vivid in color,
the rainbow I used to get

One day, I wake up,
from my sleep,
walks to my tiny window,
but it makes me shout, loud and deep

My tiny window is shattered
the butterflies, nowhere to be seen
flowers are all smashed
the rainbow smudges and disappears

Sniveling kids are screaming with fear
there's no one for them to hear
they are actually the orphans now
they don't represent anyone near or dear.

The sky is full of harmful gases
sun is boiling hot,
burning skin, burning...
everything to ashes

Horrifically, my eyes opened
I recognized it was only a dream
recognized, still my tiny window is safe
but realized the very next future I have seen.