Refugee's Unrest Poem by Neelam Dadhwal

The whales of a sea, the waves
have consumed a kurdish baby
lying now dead the whole of sun,
the tears are not to be asked
prayers where one can raise the hands
to answer the misery of the land
not to here and there like the air or wind
to belong as to strive over a bread
under a tent
soon where the feet may stretch
where the air to breathe
where a brick over brick or a coarse cloth
prepare a house
the land where the people are known by a certain name
has drowned like a dream
the sparse of their feelings too a salty water
the shore has washed off
the humanity has captured a glimpse of suffering
the recount of events to long treasure
where the land, what promise does it hold
the pain has been always there
but where to begin.