Unfounded fear
The enemy has surrendered
The war has been over
Still in the environment
Scent of war would hover.
The little boy is in his bed
Has been struggling overnight, rather fed
For restful sleep ,sound and tight
In the late December dark night.
Suddenly, aircrafts screech through sky
Thundering, screaming and roaring they fly.
His tender heart trembles, tongue goes dry
With unfounded fear he is sieged, unable to cry .
In the dead of night, lights off not dim
He fears they are searching for him.
He covers his face, cuddles in the bed
Pretending that he is not here,he is already dead.
Again war planes echo through skies
He feels sinking and his throat dries .
Sweating in the winter cold night
All over his body he pulls a quilt tight.
Lest planes detect him at the dead of night
He wraps himself to be out of sight .
Throughout the night too long, so freak
Planes play the game of hide and seek
Torturing his tiny heart, so tender:too weak.
He prays and prays till the dawn would break.
In the morning, the sky is normal and clear
Neither echoes nor thunders are there.
It has been nothing, but his unfounded fear
Throughout the night that he has to bear.
From my book...'The Mulberry Tree' (edited)
GMC@kkp
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