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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 fromTibet ,
I was born inIndia
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...
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
I was born in
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
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!
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DeleteOhh ... Beautifully penned ... the agony nicely brought out ...
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Thank you, Surbhi.. :-)
Deletea refugee's emotions come outs very well in this poem very well written
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