“Whats wrong with those people? Why are they always at war ? ” Two European seniors were conferring upon an article in their Sunday times.
A beautiful day it was. A damn sunny morning. Peace was all they had. Sitting on a bench near a lake, feeding bread crumbs to the fishes, not even so glad.
“Maybe those people don’t want to share oil among themselves” stated one of them, cleaning his Harry Potter styled glasses.
They both gave a smirk and turned the page. Getting more exciting by seeing a football match scorecard, irrelevant of their age.
the war had left the city in ashes. Two countries in constant clashes.
Buildings which were once offices and homes were now just a pile of concrete. The fire of the burning city was roaring like a red dragon fleet.
The night was dark and the future of its people, even darker.
A 5yr old girl, who don’t even had a clue where did all her family flew?
Why were these bombs raining from the sky which was supposed to pour water with cool breeze? She got no one to play no one to sneeze.
Hiding under the bench near a lake which had turned red. Wishing she had her Bunny and her bed.
Fishes wriggling. Frogs crawling. Hoping this to end, Hoping for a peaceful morning.
Expecting a sunny Sunday morning to arrive. She closed her eyes.