No Country for Children
They die in borewells,
They perish on the shores,
Succumb to Fevers
in the jungles, in villages.
They perish on the shores,
Succumb to Fevers
in the jungles, in villages.
They die, dumped in bushes,
Bitten by rats,
Devoured by hunger,
For want of oxygen,
In Myriad ways,
the death chases them.
Bitten by rats,
Devoured by hunger,
For want of oxygen,
In Myriad ways,
the death chases them.
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