And then it was decided
they had to close their doors
their windows too

They would not make a sound
cramped in a room
they waited..

not waiting for anyone
but waiting to not be found
every small sound
was a death bell

they waited and waited
there were little kids
no one knew
why they were silent

it was about death and life
they wanted to think it is a dream
but for that they should be able to sleep
sleep without fear

till then they will hold their breath
and wait….
wait to stay alive….

-Vinod-

Categories: National Poetry Month, Poetry

Tags: National Poetry Month, Poetry, Poetry Project