3.Refugee’s Poem by Bose Perumal

Distinct landmarks of history repeats,
The pangs and pains of the deplete.
Abode we have left; asylum we seek,
Aimless we march; maimed to speak. 4

Craze of power has driven us out,
Mad beyond the limits of doubt.
Cleaved in heart; cleft in feet,
Heat and dust; makes our bed sheet. 8

Daylight makes us scramble on;
Darkness gives us celestial boon,
Caught between the strife of life;
Death may mean a secure hive. 12

Our belongings are short of our longing,
Kith and hen has lost its meaning.
Crumbs of bread and sips of water,
Would mean the worldly treasure. 16

Trembling baby seeks its mother;
Riddled with bullets could not bother,
Age old granny slump with misery;
Oh Man! Cruelest beast of tyranny. 20

Wandering gypsy; trekking nomad;
Enchained slave; imprisoned fraud,
Have their balm of life’s end,
Having their own grave’s bund. 24

‘No-man’s boundary’ is ahead of dread;
We flock together to be heard and fed,
Some heaven sent nurture to this hell;
Crazy lots lost in frenzy shout and yell. 28

We too were born free to reside,
Fate and destiny have other ways to decide. 30