Below is one of the contest entries.
A GIRL FROM HIROSHIMA The streets were full of wild flowers. A kite made small movements in the air. In the garden, a butterfly had just kissed a rose. A cobweb danced in the air with a dead spider. Than a flash of light; Tommy's leg was in the air, Father never returned. Mother never woke, my sister became blind. Flames poured over me. I survived, looking at the bodies floating on Ota river. The dead left shadows on walls and nightmares that followed me for years. I have never grown since that day; When Hiroshima had turned into a furnace, Birds had fallen like stone. When I see wild flowers, faces of those children come with a force. I feel my father at bend of the road, Sister returning from school. The garden full of flowers again, like that year when butterflies came so close, I still feel like that child again whom they wanted to kill.
— Nabin Kumar Chhetri
All Poems Submitted to the Contest