No, it was not morning then. There was no sign of the sun which had hidden itself under the sea last evening Sleeping The whole world was sleeping Quiet and dumb as a grave Even the gust and the whistling sound of the wind had stopped. Only the sound of falling leaves Suddenly …..a chain of gun-barrels cry: Ta ta ta ta……….. And then DORUM…DORUM….DORUM…. BOM….BOM…. thunderbolt? A three year old terrified kid woke up as a wingless bird attacked by a heartless hunter And jumped into his mother’s bosom the safest place for him on the earth Then, slowly he put his shaken two little eyes outside the window and waited for the sun to rise He knew after the night comes the day.