A refuge since birth

Just if I had a number

To ring in god’s mind

If he’s present somewhere

Behaving in a manner so blind

That this world is counting its days

As the life has turned much darker

Like when an orphan prays

Seeking his mother and father

He lives like a refugee

In a country so gaunt

Where love of a family

Is what every citizen wants

How can god be so harsh?

With these children almost murdered

In a world where children are god’s appearance

But are they so considered?

The toughest life in my eyes

Is the life of this lonely creature

Who is living or dying is not clear

By his depressing stature

May be these lines

I write not so inspired

But I want someone in future to pay heed

That these orphans are surely

In a refuge since birth indeed…