What’s our fault?
(This poem highlights the situation of innocent children across the world from history to the present situation where these kids have some unanswered questions left for this world.)
Why are we suffering?
Why are we deprived?
Why are we hungry? So thirsty?
And why are we left to die?
Why are we brutally cornered?
Why do we see our loved ones getting tortured?
I have questions to ask that are never-ending.
But why there is no one to answer?
Not even one who’s understanding.
When I see those smiling faces,
Laughing, playing, running,
Cradled by their loved ones,
Dreaming in their haven.
And when they cry,
Their tears, they are wiped,
And there are candies and lollies,
Everything for their joy.
But when I cry,
I cried to my mother,
Her bloodied waist and her head undiscovered,
With only her dress, I recognized her body,
I was all alone, wailing in an empty lobby.
My house, my haven, was gone.
My father, my mother, my brother, my sister,
My neighbor, my friend, my teacher, and so on,
There is no one left on my side.
Even my own legs,
They are gone.
In this great world, there is not one, but many like me.
Hidden among your joys and laughs,
We are left behind to rot!
We just simply ask, so hear us once,
If you can, then please,
Tell us what is our fault?
By: Shameela Fatima Mirza
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