Go Back! Go Back!

Mom, Pack Your Bags!!

They're behind us

They said "I must go home with all my rags”

Hurry Mom!! we must rush

Oh wait, Mom! Where’s my home?

Isn’t this my home?

Why do they hate me?

Time and again they say the same thing

“GO BACK! GO BACK!

PACK YOUR BAGS

TAKE ALL YOUR RAGS”

Mom, take me to my home

To the place I belong

Where no one can bully me

Where I can sing a song

With the birds chirping with me

But not the bullies hitting at me

With the tears in the eyes

She embraces her son

Makes him feel alive

Sewing the hopes all tore

This is your home son

They are playing with you

the game called “GO HOME”

And if someone ever hits you

Tell them "You are in your home”

When they're in blind hopes

Tell them “This is the common home

For all the billion dreams and hopes”

Amrit Poudel is an undergraduate student at the University of Mississippi double majoring in Computer Science and Mathematics. The author of "Hidden Smile from a Veil", Amrit is the Program Co-Coordinator of InterCOM.

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