Below is one of the contest entries.
FLY, THERE One fateful day, I was a child of eight Learning to curl quick, hiding In an air-raid tent Eyes and mouth covered, I felt safe Ostrich-blind. That day I metamorphosed as only the weather could Like barbed wire, My childhood spread taut beneath a Frightening sky. Numb, My body disappeared amidst pain Beyond the blisters and my tattered skin-cloth I felt my spirit tread by the tracks of oblivion I could die a thousand deaths That day I could become one with the Urakami River In stillness could I see The young boys running home to safety Losing way, in mankind’s fatal blow.
— Prerana Choudhury
All Poems Submitted to the Contest