My kids ask me, ‘O dad,
Why don’t we have home?
Why do we, like gypsies,
From place to place roam?
See, birds fly; before night
They come back in nest;
Only we have no home
On earth to take rest.’
How do I tell my kids:
One day I too had
A country; when I remember
It, I feel so sad!
How do I tell them: the
Rich robbers of earth,
Like dragons, have swallowed
The place of my birth?
They come in the name of
Democracy; so
We salute them, because
To democracy, who can say ‘No’?
