As the tree swayed with the wind,
And the leaves ruffled in the cold air
The world was divided.
One was celebrating victory,
While the other mourning defeat.
The sound of the bomb
Was music to one
While it was a knife through the heart
To the other.
As children cried and their mothers wept,
And blood ran through the ancient lands
Someone somewhere was smiling
At the first win of their kind.
Yet, both look up to the sky
And wonder what he is thinking.
Yet, both say the same words out loud
‘Are you happy with everything?’
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Saugat Suri- Gragi College, DU