I have lifted my pen to let you know,
We children are suffering from the pain you sow.
You made us refugees without soliciting us,
Now look at you creating nothing but fuss.
We need to establish our identity,
Without you going back and forth discussing nothing but strategy,
Raising solely only the question,
If we belong to you, UNICEF or the neighboring nation?
How long can we just aspire for mercy,
I guess till you think your policy is chancy.
A bowl of rice, a blanket or a shawl,
Is all I get to soothe me night long,
Please return my mother’s caring smile,
I will feel happy even if it’s for a while.
Will you come and rescue me?
I will behave, please listen to me.
I will do homework and chores on time,
I promise you I won’t cost more than a dime.
Pen
By: Veda Chanda