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’!!!