A child’s pain
They dragged me out of the rubble ,
Of what once was our home ,
We all ran I don’t know where ,
But why was the little one left there?
Mother cried ,” let me put a handful of dust over him.”
No time, run, run !
we were cramped in a truck
that sped to nowhere ,
Hungry and exhausted ,bewildered,
With parched throats and glazed
eye we moved ,
Yet no one dared to utter a moan .
A river to cross and another was lost,
Quietly we watched him drown at the cliff.
Our sister was dragged and left for dead,
A living corpse she remained since then .
Mother shed silent tears this time, and moved with human river,
Casting a quick glance behind ,
Pitched tents were our home now ,
Stood in the queue for food and water
Laughed at by the people there ,
For our funny ways and funny language .
Lecherous glances and lewd remarks
Mother ignored for our sake ,
She doesn’t cry anymore ,
Never again I heard her laugh ,
Patiently we are bearing the brunt of,
Ambitions of politicians and so called lords .