Once upon a time it used to be a beautiful city.
Suddenly it turned into a yard of sorrow and pity.
Yes, you and me both are scared of dark black clouds.
Because it brings you rain,
But to us missiles and grave.
Wish to survive here is just like a sea wave.
Uproars of bullets and projectiles had became our alarm.
Hearing it and running for life.
And watching own city burning down.
Ambulance rushes to the spot with loud sirens, but noisier were the cry of women's pleading for help.
All we did was scream and watch like a wolf's whelp.
Everything was crushed here from hearts to home.
Many lost their life, wife, Daddy and Mom.
How will you feel if an anonymous burnt you for nothing?
How will you feel if an unknown seared your brother and people for nothing?
They took away every felicity they could.
Left with widows, injured people and orphan kids,
What made us alive were these innocent kids' grin and wet eyelids.
No matter which area,
Nobody ever suffers like people did in Syria ...
— Susil Pun
Angels don't travel
So true angels never travel
On canning and winding roads
I was the road of patience, humility and love
With so much glamour at the end
But in the language of angels I hear
The light and the end
Took too long to light up
Her name was mercy
Her tongue sweet and watchful
But her heartbeat had an affinity to gold
The sky is golden
But it was never her limit
She swiped and swaggered on
Limitless love for limitless bounties
She preferred to fly
Burn her wings and virtues in the course
And now deep in the hollow corridors of my heart
I hear her footsteps, walking and panting
The echo of her calls and breathe so faint
Once a goddess, now damned by God!
— William Okello Kadima
Susil Pun is a Nepalese writer.
William Okello Kadima is a final year marketing student at Strathmore university Kenya.