Refugee

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 Refugees, will never be home

It will always be the bread crumbs,
given at the mercy of silence, 

It will be always be one more self respect,
sacrificed for mere existence

It will be always be the sweat and blood,
and teary flood,

For the fear of loosing a ground,
they will hang their head

And walk with shame, for they themselves know,

they are not home,

And what is left behind,

is no longer a home.

- Shweta

(Poem Copyright - S. Singh)