I am a refugee
I am a refugee
Aren’t you also one?
This world, not for me?
Where’d I rather be gone!
I am a refugee.
A nomad.
In no man’s land.
I’m perpetually on the run.
My space is lost.
Yours is won.
I’m in exile.
On the lookout
For a ground and a sky,
A cradle I can rely on.
If the world is my graveyard
I wonder where my kingdom lies
And where I belong!
Intelligent, kind leaders
Find us the answer
Where did we come from?
Give us a place
In your global village
Where we could live in solace,
Where we could sing a lullaby
To our babies
Before going to sleep.
Give us a corner
A piece of garden
Laden with trees
Give us a border
A pasture where
We could be at ease;
Play, dance, drink and eat
We could rest in peace.
Dear thinkers
Nothing is permanent
Under the blue firmament
Upon the azure sea
We’re all moving travelers,
Nomads, visitors here,
We’re all refugees.
Yes, I’m a refugee too. Both politically and personally. I know exactly how this feels. Wonderful poem, Supratik, well done.
“A cradle I can rely on”, you mean.
Also, “Where do I belong?” or “And where I belong.”
(@supratik)Thank you so much. I was scratching my head over those two which I see as solved now thanks to your suggestions. My parents were from Bangladesh settled in India (West Bengal) post the partition. Heard stories about us owning acres and acres of land where elephants had to be deployed to remove banana plants from our gardens. After 1947, we were landless, we first became refugees, then became tenants… until much later we bought a wee bit of a concrete nothing we called flats. But here, more than recounting personal experience, I tried to write on behalf of those… Read more »
(@supratik)O it has gone into your favs I see. Thank you.
(@ionicus)A very eloquent and interesting poem, Supratik.
I agree that we are all nomads but whereas some are wanderers by their own volition, the great number that are forced to do so by conflicts and persecution are the ones I would define as refugees.
(@supratik)Thank you Luigi for stopping by. Yes I agree with your definition.
(@supratik)Thank you Trevor. Yes it feels good. Especially when it’s so few and far between ha ha ha!