He stared at the sky by Vidushi Jain

He stared at the sky, 
It looked the same today, as yesterday and the day before that, 
But something didn't feel quite right, 
Maybe because he had walked more than ever in the last two days, 
Or maybe because he hadn't eaten much besides bread and water. 

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But then again, he had never been very picky about these things. 
So he supposed it was because he hadn't seen his best friend in a month, Or any of his classmates and teachers from his bustling middle-high school. But he dismissed that thought as soon as it appeared in his mind. 
Perhaps the reason for this unsettling feeling in his stomach, 
Was the things he had seen, the horrors that he had seen last week - 
When he had seen the military aircrafts circling above them from the window, When he had caught a glimpse of his school burning from the closed curtains, When he had watched wordlessly as his home was set ablaze and turned to ash, When he had seen all those lifeless bodies being 
Yes, maybe that was it. 
The reason for that cold sensation, and those anxious sleepless nights. 
And then he wondered as he slowly climbed into the military truck, 
Will there be bread? A friend? A school? And most importantly, a home? There were a myriad of uncertainties, destinations known and unknown all at once. So he stared at the sky looking for some answers, 
But it looked the same still, as yesterday and the day before that. 
Hazy and filled with smoke.