Sunk in water and got up again
Walked in the desert using a cane!
I got wet in the monsoon rain
I got well from the suffering, pain!
Walked through bloody Seventy One
My father got killed by Army's gun!
Torture, beat up thrown to the prison
Caught in the middle of war and action!
Experienced the life as a child soldier
Horrible life, lived here and there!
Leaders got powers with big names
We were tools in their political games!
Millions died in a troubling zone
For their mistakes and wrong conception!
Who cares what we been through
But I still voice to say NO! Don't do!
Injustice and famine injured us
Days and nights lived in nervous!
Governments ignored real victims
Criminals and thugs had own teams!
People ask me how come I still last
I tell that I had worst than death in the past!
I can die any time though life got mold
I am defeated alright but never was sold!
Worst days are yet to come and see
With my one leg as an amputee!
There is no good rule and regulation
Good is dying in the attacks of corruption!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem