My Home Is My Dream Poem by vijay gupta

My home is my dream
I am away from my home
and home is in my dream.
Curly ways to my home are in my dream.
Fragrance of roses is in my dream
which were growing near my home.
Puppies, birds & trees are calling me yet now.
But I am bound to live in these tent houses.
I am also grateful to the society for helping me in this hardship.
My country is burning,
people are dying,
And bloodshed is continuing.
Every one is blaming each others.
But what can I do?
Nothing.
Because I am a refugee.
It is also decided that war will be finish sooner or later.
Normalcy will return
But my broken heart can not be repaired until my death.