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30 Nov 2012

The Stopover - In Search of Me




Courtesy : The Stopover

Under the clear blue sky I see
Soft white clouds,
Brown dusty mountains
Spreading their arms;

 I wait,
I stand still,
Neither could I walk front
Nor I could turn back;

 I am a Tibetan
But I am not from Tibet,
I was born in India
Yet I am not an Indian;

 A stamped refugee
From a lost country;
With my home just a yard away
And yet I feel it's far away;

 I have got no choice,
But to stay back with despair;
I know for sure now,
This is beyond repair;

 Every night I dream
My never seen home,
Lost in tears,
Engulfed with fear;

 I survive, I wander
My heart grows tender
To get a sneak peek
Of my unseen land;

 There is so much to see, to meet
And much more to feel;
I wish I could
Smell my earth

 Till my field,
Rear my yaks,
Build my home,
As I try to fit in this foreign land;

 I know I am not any nearer
In grabbing my nation back;
I have my courage,
I have my strength.

They say
My country,
Roof of the world -
Has now left us under no roof;

 I wish I go home
To weave my dreams,
For it is my only realm;
While I still wait...

 For the stopover -
To soothe my soul,
To mend my mind,
To see where I belong;

 And to find who I am...

This post is part of the contest Tibet: Roof of the world. Its people : Roofless.. on WriteUpCafe.com inspired by the Photo Fiction book The Stopover
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18 comments:

  1. Panchali1 December 2012 at 18:26

    Very beautifully penned, ratnibbles. It makes us sad to see what these refugees are going through since decades...living with no identity can be such a curse!
    Loved this...:)

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  2. Anonymous2 December 2012 at 15:47

    Nice poem .. :)
    Do read mine
    http://ankitmahato.blogspot.in/2012/11/the-brick-tea.html

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    1. A Rat2 December 2012 at 18:16

      Thanks Ankit. And your brick tea is a nice serving.. :)

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  3. Amit - The Frivolous Analyser3 December 2012 at 18:12

    Ohh ... Beautifully penned ... the agony nicely brought out ...

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  4. The impertinent savage3 December 2012 at 22:29

    i really loved this poem...
    ur thoughts are universal and that makes it good...i really like when you write in this style, having this tint of philosophy ...cool

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    1. A Rat8 December 2012 at 18:08

      Hey Sid, Thanks so much :) and sorry for the delayed response.

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  5. Surbhi Bafna8 March 2013 at 19:49

    "With my home just a yard away
    And yet I feel it's far away;"

    A lovely write-up to depict a refugee's feelings. Loved it. Congrats on the win :)
    Silly Smiles... Take you Miles :)

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  6. cifar shayar25 July 2013 at 14:50

    a refugee's emotions come outs very well in this poem very well written

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  7. Jyotsna Bhatia29 August 2014 at 21:15

    This was beautiful, Meera. Loved it :)

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    1. a Rat30 August 2014 at 12:58

      thanks so much Jyotsna. :)
      you know, it feels so good when people reads one of our old posts and let us know what they feel.. now, you made my day. xx :)

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  8. Amrit Sinha26 September 2015 at 19:47

    Is this really your first poem? Wow, so deep and meaningful ... loved it :-)

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    1. Rat3 October 2015 at 19:00

      Glad to see your comment in one of my first posts. Thanks a lot, Amrit :)

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  9. Swati Sarangi1 November 2015 at 21:54

    A very meaningful and sensitive poem describing the state of mind of a refugee and an apt title.Applause for the First poem, words being picked up so well.. My first poem was horrible, to confess.. Well written..

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    1. Rat3 November 2015 at 22:30

      Thank you for bringing back a fond memory of writing my first poem. :)

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