Hopeful world

With peace dying out everyday
And no place to run away
Children hide behind scattered remains
Of their childhood, dreams and pain.


They are scared of their own reflections ,
Worried if it is just a disguise,
Under these gray skies,
It is hard to distinguish between truth and lies.

Often they visit the grave of their old home,
Wilted were all the flowers so lovingly grown,
The strong walls of hope had fell,
It resembled the dreaded hell.

Is this what we'll pass on to our future,
Burnt homes and broken furniture,
A generation that is unaware,
That there is a world outside of bombs, hatred and fear.

Why do we nurture hate?
And let innocent smiles fade,
Let us just not be absurd
And together make a more hopeful world.

Divyanshi Kaul