And it won...
It is actually the feelings of a child, a survivor of a bomb blast where everything has been ruined all his relations have been killed in the blast…
Here is the poem
Here I stand
With nothing to do
In need of a helping hand
To carry me and go.
I want to go up high
And touch the stars
which will make a sigh
Amidst the roars.
I hear a boom!
My heart beats fast.
Across the room,
A rival haste
I haven’t got a place to rest,
No one to care.
Anything may happen next
Even sighting a human is rare.
God please take me away.
Second After second,
Day after day,
I suffer astray
Here I stand
With nothing to do
In need of a helping hand
To carry me and go.
-Sheba 21-9-07
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