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Symphony “ Trinnnng, beep., honk.. creak..” And the cacophony rings, Of voices and noises, Of cluttered thoughts and phrases. And then there is a lullaby   Of the mother singing when the babies cry. A sense of soothe and calm behold. The song of the cricket and the dance of the moon, Stealing in glances in the darkness of the room. And as the night falls and silence crawls, W eaving its magic and the symphony unfolds.

Of late, I have been reading and watching a lot on the Holocaust during WWII, and the images of the young children being paraded off to the detention/ extermination camps somehow have left a deep impact on me. The fear ,the paranoia they went through must have been unimaginable, of young dreams being shattered forever for no fault of theirs, of knowing that they might be killed, and still daring to breathe. I decided once to think how they must have felt, and penned down some lines as a 15 year old child during the brutal genocide of the Jews by the Nazis, pulled apart from family and friends. Do you remember when you were fifteen? What did your eyes hold? Maybe dreams of love, romance and prosperity - Of aspirations and hopes writ large. But do you know, what I see, I see an impending doom.   My eyes, if you look into them are filled with grim. For I see death, ghastly and brutal. I count my days , striking them off one by one, For I do not know what m...