Wednesday, 18 November 2015

Refugee 271015

He who crossed the border into an unwelcoming city
scans the eyes of the aggressive natives
hoping to find a flicker of kindness in one
Don't hate him
Don't scorn him
He is not here by choice
Look closely
His blank expression was not always such
His stoned eyes are trying their best to hide a story
The story of his happy childhood
The story of his big mansions
The story of his large car
The story of now dead son
The story of the unslept nights
The story of wounded heart
Standing in queues to get some food
Stretching his hands to hold on to the old clothes you
donated so magnanimously
He wishes to use them to cover
some of the wounds humanity inflicted
Don't be shocked looking at him
He is in shock too
Shocked at the behaviour of his friends
Shocked at behaviour of his neighbours
Shocked to see the true nature of humanity
Yes you are suspicious of him
Threatened by his beliefs
His way of living are different than yours
He gave all up to be here
All that he treasured
All that he loved
To save his life
From an assassin
Whom he had once known as a friend
The face changed overnight
So he stands at your door
Do not judge him
He is not here by choice
Chased away from his homeland.
He is a refugee at your door.
@lalit 27 Oct 2015

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