Below is one of the contest entries.
REMEMBER THE BLOSSOMS? Remember the blossoms ? The ones which were pink at dawn , And now as red as my cherry dreams , Wet , as the tears that fell , From my little sister's eyes ; Our clothes white when we left home , And now we can not even see , What colour they bear , Or who holds our hands , And cleans our wounds ; I wonder how many stars are out at night , Or if they even exist anymore , How bright they are if they do , Or if they even shine anymore , If only I could see ; How I wish the day had not been , When the sky was a reddish grey , And we melted throughtout , Yes we melted , skin and bone , Eyes and hearts all alike ; The world cries for us now , But time is oblivious to tears , And the calendar does not mourn with us , For a day of it's when all cried , Little boys and even Fat men.
— Arif Hafeez
All Poems Submitted to the Contest