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migrant life

Quote: “Refugees didn’t just escape a place. They had to escape a thousand memories until they’d put enough time and distance between them and their misery to wake to a better day.” - Nadia Hashimi





Make-Shift tents for lives shifted
existence, I never dreamt
belittled with no future
I stare at rustling
blank white shelter
I I I I I I I I I I I I I 
coming in search of
quiet sky, hurried from
noisy land, I can hear
even distant blowing winds of sea
Shooed away, I forgot dignity.Yet
I smile when cared by some,
I make urns that fill ashes,
art perfected by much
work, daily orders . I
think while working
how to tell my kids?
should I try to teach
alphabets, numbers,
rhymes? What for?
or should I make
them learn maps
to locate where
we are, or should
I tell that we are
news to all?
unknowingly,
I make sure, they learn to make urns
If they survive they need some skills 
To live by, and never to meet one’s eyes

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David Crandall Date: 8/28/2024 7:28:00 PM An interesting light shined on the plight of refugees. Login to Reply

Hilo Poet Date: 7/24/2024 2:43:00 PM It is a sad outlook of urn makers, knowing that someday, farmers, fishermen, and those lacking such skills will be in search of them in times of peace--and yes, in times of war. Login to Reply thriveni c mysore Date: 7/24/2024 6:56:00 PM Thank you for your kind visit dear poet. Times of war even in 21 C is sad. Thanks for sharing your thoughts and for your precious time.

Eve Roper Date: 7/24/2024 8:37:00 AM Very sad verse and well said. So many that are without homes and getting worse. It is so important for children to have a teacher to teach them everything, even academics. My father-in-law had no schooling, and his wife did everything, and she made sure he knew it. It was very wrong. Login to Reply thriveni c mysore Date: 7/24/2024 6:54:00 PM It is. Sometimes the imbalance in human society is too much to bear. Emotional impact on young minds are worrisome. At times we feel powerless. Thank you for your time and sharing your thoughts dear poet. I am grateful for your kind visit. Thank you. Cheers.