Refugee Life: Response To The Letter From Battlefield! Poem by kafil uddin raihan.

Dear honey, how are you?
May be this is meaningless,
To ask a man about his condition,
Whether he is fighting to survive,
But I want to know how is my man doing?
In here in this refugee camp,
I am also struggling with our angel,
She is now three months old,
It has become very heard for her,
To sleep, to enjoy the life,
Every time it is crowded,
The tent, where we live,
There are twenty five more women with us,
You know, twenty five lady,
But it sizes like our little kitchen,
Honey, our angel is growing old,
When will you return to us?
When will this war end?
Here life is so funny,
Everyday red cross, red crescent,
others are coming with the so called relief,
But those are so poor amount for us,
Everyday there is a fight for those,
Sometimes this scramble turns into riot,
All are hungry poor people here,
Everyone can bate there life for these relief,
I am very lucky that I've got a friend here,
She is working here in the hospital,
She manages everything for me and our angel,
I am very grateful to her for these,
I think you like the hospital in here,
A large tent with several beds,
Some doctors and nurses working here,
It is the nasty, noisy hospital I've ever seen,
When our angel took birth in here,
I even couldn't hear her crying,
All over there were the patients,
Screaming, coughing and crying for deaths.
I wonder sometimes at all these,
How low life we are leading in here.
Honey, take care of yourself,
Be careful all the moments,
Whatever happens there,
I want you back in here with us,
We will do our best together,
For our this little angel,
Best of luck honey.