As different the title seems so is the poem. It's complex, might feel difficult, believe me, it has been difficult and strange for me while writing too. #Aleppo kids have seen the worst in a small time. #Aylan and #Omran are examples what brutality these innocent kids have gone through. May humanity prevail and there be #Peace.
Santa, what have u got for me?
Can you keep it on hold?
As there's no Christmas tree
With aching legs and sore eyes
Will take time to reach n see
Only, if I have a destiny to be told
Got and lost a lot you know
See this new place I roam
Though a little cold
Shoddy and shabby
But I can safely sit and fold
They now call it my home
No friends, no school
All good n bad together
Have given me a new name
Refugee, shrugging they say
Give me tough time in the game
Were fickle, if I had my dead brother
I have cried a lot before
Still they say I should try
Release agony, cry out loud
But inside I feel nothing
Choked by the gusty cloud
Now I don't know how to cry!
There, they have happy hugs
But here, all I get is hate
With explosions and guns
And death in sight
And corpses in tonnes
I don't know what they celebrate!
Sending their last goodbyes
Mourning on their plight
Living mortified and sad
A clan , I no more recognize
Never thought it can be so bad
Santa, Will there ever be Christmas light?
Santa, what have u got for me?
Can you keep it on hold?
As there's no Christmas tree
With aching legs and sore eyes
Will take time to reach n see
Only, if I have a destiny to be told
Got and lost a lot you know
See this new place I roam
Though a little cold
Shoddy and shabby
But I can safely sit and fold
They now call it my home
No friends, no school
All good n bad together
Have given me a new name
Refugee, shrugging they say
Give me tough time in the game
Were fickle, if I had my dead brother
I have cried a lot before
Still they say I should try
Release agony, cry out loud
But inside I feel nothing
Choked by the gusty cloud
Now I don't know how to cry!
There, they have happy hugs
But here, all I get is hate
With explosions and guns
And death in sight
And corpses in tonnes
I don't know what they celebrate!
Sending their last goodbyes
Mourning on their plight
Living mortified and sad
A clan , I no more recognize
Never thought it can be so bad
Santa, Will there ever be Christmas light?