The Refugee Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The refugee,
The word strikes as a bell
Tolled,
The word
The refugee,
The refugee,
Say you, who is this refugee,
Who has made him a refugee,
Say you?

Shelterless,
without any refuge,
Lie they
Passing the nights
Under the canopy of the skies,
The refugee,
The refugee,
But who is responsible for
Their deplorable condition,
Who,
Who is it?

Driven from their own lands,
Native homes and places,
They are outsiders
In others'places,
Other than their surrounds,
In the new land found
And adopted homes,
But the memories still keep weakening
The refugee,
The refugee.