Refugee No.143 Poem by M. Asim Nehal

Refugee No.143

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The twinkling little eyes
Lost in the crowd of the sea
No place to go on
Life is moving on mercy.

The sound of cows mooing,
The hens clucking,
And tractors turning over
The buzz of bullhorns
All left behind

Do you have the guts
To ask these drenched clothes,
Wet bags and life jackets
Our story of plight?
We lost our backpack
To the roaring sea

At this tender age we have seen
Times of tension, change and conflicts
And now struggle to find a place to live
We left our nation, national anthem
Pride of birthplace and patriotism
We have no song to sing, no place to defend

They say your refugee no.143 is very lucky
As it speaks about 'I LOVE YOU'
How can they expect me to spread the Love
when my own heart is empty?
When I am stuck in limbo, deeply moved by this ploy.
Like school attendance my number is called R.F. No 143
Yes Present, I am present here today!
God knows, where will I go tomorrow
And what will be my new R.F. Number?

Saturday, April 30, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life,refugee
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 30 April 2016

A wonderful addition to the upcoming book

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 11 January 2019

YOUR RF NO 143 REMINDS ME OF PRISONER IN KHOLEEE NO 143 MUMBAI

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Darren Jkoeryo 04 January 2019

Amusing write Asim, you did justify the plight of refugees.

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Loke Kok Yee 13 May 2016

Very touching your write on those unfortunate people thanks Asim-10

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Nosheen Irfan 02 May 2016

What a poignant read! It captures the horror n helplessness of a refugee's situation really really well. Profound work.10+++

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Edward Kofi Louis 30 April 2016

How can they expect me to spread the Love? Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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