The Refugee, The Small Refugee Girl Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Refugee, The Small Refugee Girl



The refugee,
The small refugee girl,
The world calls her a refugee,
A refugee
But she knows it not,
Not
That she is,
Is a refugee really.

But who, who made her a refugee,
Who, who
Made her turn into a refugee
Driving her out of her home,
Capturing her land and property
And disowning and disinheriting her for ever?

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