There sit my mountains. If only our cries permeated their echo, but they are already crying- drenched in the melting glaciers.
There sit my countrymen selling. Selling their labour to the feet of oil-rich merchants. If only our cries consolidated their sweat, but they are already crying- drenched in blood in the Arab soil.
There shines my star. But will it forever redeem its shine? For my navigating birds are already dying- crashing onto the planes of concrete buildings, mistaking them as a natural light.
Writer: Shreeya Sharma, shreeyasharma1997@gmail.com
#UNEssay2015
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UNIC
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Keywords:
#UNEssay2015, DEVELOPMENT, GLACIERS, SOIL CONSERVATION, MOUNTAINS, LABOUR, NATURAL LIGHT
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Thematic Group:
UNIC
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UNITED NATIONS INFORMATION CENTRE
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02.04.00
- Development
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