Refuge Poem by Noorie Ali

was once at home
with my family
when the bomb of war
suddenly collapsed on me
it hurt me heavily
cleverly I disguised my pain
although there was blood left on -
my dark dress was almost unstained'
soon after it rained heavily
this monsoon was sweetly heavenly
maybe my Lord had mercy upon me
theat day the gun shots sppoted me
the pigements of the dust dotted me
clotted my bruises purple & pink
I was dying thirsty but there was a drink
not a beverage in sight
till I saw a broken kite through the broken roof the string
flying like the darkest flag I had ever seen
this scene was so obscene'
persons all over were drowning in sweat
like the saddest children I'd ever met
so sorry lips utters with regret'
smiling at little faces thinking
I wish I can stop this concert
this drama of war is tierd and worn
like the clothes I'm wearing ragged and torn
I'd never seen those tears in my mothers eyes
till that White day I saw my father die
I cried for hours praying on stones
but all I saw was broken bones'
these tones of silence were loud and uneasy
the wind was blowing chaste & breezy'
I was dying inside but I new my fear was the one to hide
playing hide & seek I tickled my little brother
cuz he hadn't a clue we' d lost another'
this time it was really hard
cuz this time I was left severely scarred
burned flesh teased ' me tearing
was once at home
now in a refuge so cold dying secretly'