My Gipsy Daughter Of My Refugee Heart Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

My Gipsy Daughter Of My Refugee Heart



My small and lovely daughter daughter
Of my refugee heart
Snatch you not
Her happiness,
The smiles of
My refugee daughter
Seeking food and shelter.

Had been a gipsy in the vagaries of life,
But now a refugee,
Matted haired
And in torn frock
And with the tears dried
In her eyes,
A gipsy,
A gipsy girl,
A refugee,
Refugee.

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