When festival was in the air,
Shopping and joy was every where,
The splinters flied
And no one was spared.

Some died, many cried,
Inside the rubbles everyone tried,
to catch a glimpse of their loved ones,
A disaster had struck and the joy was gone.

Died some body's mother,
father,sister or son,
Terrorism and hatred!,
see what we have done!.

A thousand lamps are lit
and celebrated victory of joy over sorrow,
But friends, we are heading
towards a gloomy and dark tomorrow,

Now,I lit a lone some lamp
and shed my tears for the departed soul.
please don't repeat this,
terrorism and hatred is not our goal.

Can we all give it a try,
so that neither parents nor children cry,
Can the touch of humanity wipe away every tear
can we remove sorrow and make our earth free from fear.

(This poem is dedicated to the souls of the departed; on this Diwali eve when terrorists struck the streets of New Delhi leaving behind the dark side of humanity.)


Sameeksha, Class IV
Age:9 years
Delhi Public School, Bilaspur,India
C.G.-495001