Below is one of the contest entries.
TO DARLING, IN HIROSIMA Sweeth’rt, I fancied for you a new parasol, But I had never though it would be so bright, I never thought it would take so much a toll, As such occurs before your shiny eyesight! Now our love seems to have a new beginning, In this town abandoned for our sweet-nothings! Shall we go there to the T-shaped bridge or bring Ash-covered roses (for all others fire singes)? Your wet eyes do not seem appeased, darling, Like those of men who gave us that little boy! Rest now, for I’m tired, my arm’s hung from a sling, What our ‘love’ has achieved, none can destroy! Other than sights of old ladies skinned alive, But, fear not, they can never speak! Nor curse! What if peace has been singed? Why fondly we strive? We’ll live in the light that smoke-ash will disburse!
— Pinaki Roy
All Poems Submitted to the Contest