The War

I run down the hill

Away from

The people getting killed

The arson with a gun

Follows me

As I run

Dozens of bodies lying down

No time for me to even frown

While the arson still runs behind

Why me?

I gasp for breath

My eyes full of tears

Terrified about what's ahead

My heart pounds

The pond of blood

Turns into a sea

I see a pregnant woman dying

A juvenile crying

The terrorist firing

I trip on a dead body

No way to run

The arson smirked

At last, I cried out,

"Rutuja, wake up from your bed."