Below is one of the contest entries.
I found myself crying, terrified to die. I knew I could survive, if I ran for my life. But it was hard to find protection, where protection was nowhere to be found. As dead bodies, and corpses, fell to the ground, I felt my body bleeding, the blood gushing out, as my head started pounding, from all the screams and shouts. I rushed to the school, and I ran back home, only to realize that I was now alone. But what was the point of living, if it means living alone? So I ran into the burning flames of the fire, remembering all that was known.
— Simran Singh
All Poems Submitted to the Contest