He is still wondering!
Why they are living here in Barrack No.69
What happened to their luxurious house?
With a big swimming pool
And the sprawling lawn well maintained
With a swing in center
Resting on the two pillars
Made of teak wood and
Where are those colourful birds?
Who must be giving them the seeds?
And that little dog, jumping from
One wall of the pool to the bench nearby
My-my where have they vanished?
Who took our antique furniture?
And my bookshelf with so many story books
We have nothing here, Mom?
Why Dad is limping and sitting in a corner?
What wrong we did, why are we punished?
So many innocent questions,
Without realizing that they are refugee now
Living in a camp, driven away from home
Far from motherland yet
Earth is not hesitant to accept them
But the people who live there are reluctant
They do not want them to come and live
Life with them, they fear that they might
Take away their jobs, their peace and eventually
Their happiness, this poor boy, born with a silver spoon
Is now at their mercy, trying to catch up with the life
Mom, says learn by heart the address of this new place
And repeat it again and again, say barrack No.69……..