They call me terrorist, mom

I wake up and find that the sun did not shine

I wake up and find that the leaves are red

I wake up and find that the child is unfed

Yet I see those blissful souls happily sprinkling wine.

They cry and howl asking for food,

He says, ‘What’s the hue and cry all about?’

They swell with anger raging like fire,

He points the gun and puts off that fire

Denied of all, denied by all

Curse on their family breeds,

They wade through blood and succumb to death

And finally they learn to retaliate

One fine day the unfed child

Takes up arms and roars aloud.

Guardians of the society feel

A breach in the path of ‘civilization'

The child is caught, the child is thwart,

The child is maimed and silenced.

Mother in her frenzy dreams upon;

Son says, ‘they call me terrorist mom’.

(Sent in by Reeju)