Poem by Tanvi Jeph
Through My Windowpane
I see everyone through my windowpane
People walking and crossing the roads
Children holding hands of their parents
Dogs walking with pride wagging their tails
In the night I see
Cricket jumping in the grass rubbing its wings
Stars twinkling and carpeting the whole sky
It is very somber but it doesn't feel the same
The next morning I see through my windowpane
People shouting and screaming asking for help
Buildings and houses are burnt, crushing hundreds
Blood is flowing all over as if it were water
Now every day I see
Camps set up on the streets which is the new home
The faint barks of the dogs can be still heard
The beautiful sky is now carpeted with hatred and war
One day I see through my camp’s gap
Blood all over my clothes and near me
My eyes twitch and my lips try to move
Now I will never be able to see through my window again
Tanvi Jeph is a 14-year-old writer and a poet. She is currently the editor of Inlandia Institute and the Literary Editor of SeaGlass Lit Magazine and The Affair Magazine.