My Home
A small town looks a dot on the map.
It was my own big little world.
Giggles of children playing together
weaved a rosary of music and merriment.
A safe place greeted me when I came back
with people who cried when I cried,
with people who smiled when I smiled.
Forced to flee in naked helplessness
hiding behind mountains, hopping fences
bombs and guns, fear of hunger and death.
Crossing shores in a crowded caravan of hope,
a wayfarer lands despondent in a jail...
I now sleep under tents in refugee camps.
Unwelcome... Uninvited... Unaccepted...
A deep incision uprooted me from kindred
to an alien country I do not belong.
My outstretched arms clutch distant clouds
Yesteryear tragic memories in heavy heart.
Burying bloodshed beyond barbed wires,
I repaint my life in my new exile.
My forsaken homeland keeps calling.
I long to be at your doorsteps again,
for when I'm with you, I am home.
11th August 2019
Sponsor Lu Loo
Contest Name My Home
Copyright © Debjani Mitra | Year Posted 2019
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