हर लम्हा एक मोहाजिर है
आया था जो आया फिर है
तब के तबक़े से बेदख़ल
अब के क़स्बे में हाज़िर है

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Crashing waves of the sea
Glistening bright in a glee,
Vast blue ocean with lovely tides,
Coming-retreating in joyful rides.

They were sailing for their dear life,
All were trying best to survive.
They set sailing upon the hungry tide,
Men-women-children were in an unusual fight.

After a long,violent,stormy night,
East horizon again tinting light.
A kid lying in the shore of the sea,
In a peaceful sleep,with his bravery.
Crashing tides can't break his sleep,
Bearing the sad truth in his deep.
Does he deserve this for his destiny?
Or is it because he was a refugee?
The question wafts in the nature,
A savage world & a soul's departure.

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I used to write cursive,
Until one day I realised they are not immortal love birds, instead,
An ally of heartbroken reverent mob,
Weeping n sobbing hand-in-hand as refugees of love

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I will write,
You may not read.

I will fight,
You may not care.

I will flee,
You may label me.

I don't care,
Call me a refugee.

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The Refugees......
It was an upsurg between two nation
The refugees were caught in worst situation
They have faced all sorts of discrimination
They neither have Euphoria of festival, marriage and good life nor they ever received quality education
The government overthrew them from the nation
The poor refugees now had no destination
They are helpless and no one can define the level of there frustration
They are hurt, they are bleeding but no source of medication
They have no food to eat since the crisis have reached that elevation
They are hungry, there body in num with cold such that they feel no sensation
Poor children, middle aged and adults all are in this same pathetic condition.

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Clutching onto every last hope
Witnessing home fall apart,
Like playing with water gun
That aimlessly shooted dart.

When childhood broke other lot
Except that unbrought toy
If all this was meant to be,
Then a refugee was all that I?

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An unrevealed song,
sung by our heart;
unknown to many
but known to us.

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Writing came as a rescue for me
Since then i enjoy the stay
Even if i am tagged as a refugee.

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Thou art my

distant dream yet thee

art always mine

for poetries outlive love.

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REFUGEE

They said refugees don't have
a home of their own.
As she grew up, she watched herself
move from her father's empire
to share a stranger's crown.
A pretty guest to her own castle,
she was the jewel of another throne.
From her dream lover to the one
she tried to love, respite was
the only place that remained uncrossed.
A daughter once, then wife.
A mother, then the solace of her grandchild.
At sixty, she held the photograph
of her sixteenth birthday.
A drop of realization escaped her eyes
when she whispered,
"Father, were I a refugee all along?"

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