Below is one of the contest entries.
I heard a cry, The longer I heard,the more it multiplied; An endless rhapsody of parched pain Laced still with the hope of rain Autumn winds gave way to spring; The painful cries continued to ring; And seasons continued to change. The pain remained constant, only changing in name Crystal clear agony became hard to bear; Like shards of glass piercing mind-numbing fear Bullets and bombs passed on the blame; Peace had almost become a matter of game But that cry of agony, may finally stir the complacency to move towards action combined with compassionate intensity
— Geetakshi Arora
All Poems Submitted to the Contest