Me Too Refugee...A Small Boy Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

ME TOO REFUGEE...A SMALL BOY
While I was playing outside
My mom shouted from window
Come on baby, your favourite meal is ready for you.
All of a sudden, airstrikes destroyed my house to rubble.
Street turned into ashes due to explosion of barrel bombs.
I noticed crowds of people from here and there,
All rushing towards the border.
I too joined them with bare feet
Crying with eyes full of tears
Captivating sights of mother's last cry;
Along with empty and hungry stomach.
All were so frightened with horrible devastating sights
No one cared me, how far I was behind them.
When we reached our destination, refugee camp
It was over flooded with wounded and half alive men.
All of a sudden, a cruel among border security guards
Shouted aloud with extreme - temper wrath.
'Go back immigrants from where you came.
You are all, parasite rascals
My country is not meant for you all '
My tiny legs shivered with unknown fear
A kind hearted border guard too was there.
He patched my back with compassionate care.
He assured me with humanity hue
' Don't listen to him my boy, he is mad.'
We will manage shelter and accommodation
For you all, calm down my boy
We feel your pain and grief. '
His empathy made me cry with tears of joy.
I am not grown up to understand
What is freedom fight...?
Nor blood stained nationality carries
Any meaning for me.
What I need is right to live in peace
I want to live....Listen Oh Almighty God !
At my age of learning alphabets
Do I need to carry a gun..?
To fight with them, who made me flee
From my own house.
I am so innocent, I have no definite
Answer for my own questions.
One thing my tender heart know and believe
Is peace at any cost...no war any more.
I remembered how many times, I have shared
My own tiffin with school -comates.
Why do people kill one another for
A piece of land...
Yet they are not tired of claiming
' Earth is common home for All Creatures '
Where are religious norms and values
To preach those slaughter -butchers .?
Do I have to die in any circumstances
Before death really due to me...?