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Human
Where does they go?
Is they going for picnic?
No, no they isn’t going for picnic.
They seems to be serious.
And there is no sign of joy in them.
Oh! They might be the pilgrims.
No, no they can’t be, be the pilgrims.
There is no sign of hope in their face.
And they seems to be melancholy.
Then where is they going?
They seems to be lost.
And there is no sign of life in their face.
Oh! I understand now.
They is human with no life.
I don’t know
By which river, they is going to sing
This time they doesn’t have captors
But their situation the world know
They is not going sing
As they has no voice.
They is single
As of one.
Though they hasn’t single problem
Yet they has single solution
To run away from homeland
They has single identity
That of the refugee
They has single life
That of the refugee
Whatever the problem they has
They is refugee
They leaves their home
That is their identity
They too has life.
They too is human as I are.
Why did I make them singular
And compare to one?
They has one soul.
That of the refugee
They has one life
That of the refugee
They has one purpose
That of the refugee
To survive and to survive again
Whether they were rich or poor
They has a life
That of the refugee
Man or woman or transgender
They has a life
That of the refugee
Children or adult or old
They has life
That of the refugee
Who ever they were
High or low or someone in the middle
They has a life
That of the refugee
Why is they serious?
Why is no hope in them?
Why is they sad?
Why is no life in them?
Why!? And why is they like this?
Oh! They is all suffering
They suffers for something
They can’t bear anymore
So they move from there
They is billions of people
They doesn’t have place to go
So they is going somewhere
They was a people of poets
They was a people of valiant
They was a people of varieties
But how they is a refugee
They has a single life
That of the refugee
They has a single soul
That of the refugee
They has single solution
To move
They is all one
By taking refuge.
But for what?
To be continued....
