But They Are In Refugee Camps Poem by shrikant shekhar sharma

Beneath the sun, and in open sky,
They have their homes,

But they don't have their zones,
It looks like a village,

But they are in refugee camps,
Who have stolen their houses?

Made up of mud, bricks and love,
Covered with a banyan tree,

They were left their homes,
Because they were not known to saints,

The saints who fights for their existence,
Existence and laws of their religion,

Who never know the pain of humanity?
They are living with their past of happiness,

But now in presence of filthiness,
They are neglected to be a human,

But they are suffering as a human,
Who never knows about begging?

But they are feeding of throwing,
God for whom you care of cruel,

Who does not know you?
Forgive them and give them a religion,

Make your child rid of harsh shelter,
and punish who call them your soldier,