Debjani Mitra Poet Free verse

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

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Beautiful Scars August 20, 2019 at 10:37 AM such longing at the end...beautifully expressed. Thank you for your participation and congrats on your placement. I was honored to read your poem :)-luloo