Look! They resemble Rose buds in spring;
Though hearts run,souls are withering
Demented heads rest on skinny hands;
What dilemmas pinch little panicky minds.
Bring moments back how moms care;
Gruesome memories of explosions in air;
Charred corpse ,decaying stinky offals;
Here,eyewitnesses live for such scuffles.
Sudden fearful shrills in deep sleeps;
In memory of chums,silent weeps;
Little angles! you lodge in orphanage
Do not lose the tomorrow's courage;
WAR is a CURSE that effaces a race
Who lost all your childhood's grace!
By Swarnapali Liyanage