#WorldRefugeeDay – Yearning For Home. 

There once was a child

Infinitely kind

With a bright mind.

But the crack of dawn

Made her an eternal pawn

In a life, she did not spawn.


Her every morning

Brought her balling

She woke up to bombs and cries

Her parents she saw not

She heard so much lies

To believe she couldn’t

She searched and searched

Scoured the land

In a world so lost

Unaware of the childhood cost.


Looking around

There was nothing to be found

Only but schools built on debris

and not a single tree

Dusty refugee camps

One and all in a cramp

New rules of living

Starving and surviving

Hidden under lamps

Of inequality and no hope.


Years passed by

She was still a child

Who forgot how to be so kind

Yet people around were blind

To her yearning for home

That made her heart so lone

For she now belonged,

To a place unknown.


Nandhitha Babuji is a 17-year-old (turning 18 next month) aspiring poet from Tamil Nadu, passionate about using her words to show solidarity against children’s issues.

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