No Land’s Man
Born and brought up, he grew in his land, Got wet in the rains, played in its sand, As years passed by, there came a time No money at home, no food to dine. Far away from his home, he found some work Didn’t care for the pain, didn’t feel the jerk, Struggled with time in absolute lurk As few days at home, was his only perk. A war partitioned the country line, Busy with his work, he had no sign While going back home, this issue inclined But no one to help nor listen to his whine. Helpless and depressed, frustrated was his mind Every tear was revealing what he left behind Nor could he cut off, nor ignore the bind All he wished was if only time could rewind In his own country, as a foreigner he came Religion based partiality cropped up by his name Everything had changed, nothing was the same He felt like a pawn in a political game With laws and rules, timing his span To meet his own people, there was a ban With neither government having a rescue plan He endured a life of a ‘No Land’s Man’!...