The forgotten people
For their just struggle
No homeland with peace
Life is like hell and not an ease
Sometimes bombs drop
Sometime ceaseless firing non-stop
The sun is always hot
Desert sand is another danger to be fought
Many people want it through blood bath
But is it desirable path?
How many have met with death so far?
Little respite at night is witnessed by little stars
Let future reveal
And show to world that how do we feel?
No motherland and no place to worship
We are in virtual prison with no sleep
Homeland is must
But promised permanent with trust
Fully guaranteed by international community
We shall all seek wisdom and blessings from an almighty
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