The Making Of A Refugee Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Driving out from your home,
How can I turn you
Into a refugee,
Which but not in my philosophy?

Who says you are a refugee,
You are not,
You are a man, man?

From a gipsy to a refugee,
Where have you come to,
A gipsy to a refugee?

And after being a refugee you in
A no-man's land
A no-man loitering about.

Seeking food and shelter and refuge,
With the tears dried into the eyes
And with a bowl into the hands.


Your house is now mine and you driven
Out of your house,
How can it be, how can it be?