Lets go to Tamil land,
Our mother land.
Our last hope,
Only known rescue rope.
Natives stole our things,
Our wealth and peace.
Haunted nights and days
Burma, chased us away.
Life in a stranger’s land
Is a flower in a dirty sand,
Moving to our mother’s land,
Generations after, to our land.
We Walked and walked,
Through Miles and Miles,
Without food and water,
Towards the land of Tamils
As the miles descend,
Our smile ascends!
We are back home,
Yes, we are in Tamil land.
I don’t read Tamil,
I saw a board in Tamil,
It was thick, I shouted,
It was a bliss to my eyes! !
All other eyes
Went wet,
As the board calls,
We are 'Refugees’
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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