Mirrors

Every migration shows us mirrors

Migration to a distant land

Where, in welcoming acceptance, know one awaits us

As no one knows us, no one thinks of us

Some enjoy our place,

We go to enjoy others'

In hope of peace, 

More than gain

But, as the call of destiny

Favours the brave

We return empty-handed,

In utter disdain and pain

Thinking, why are the lines drawn

Stop it; would it be too much to ask for?