Sunday, September 6, 2015

Humans or Refugees?

When I close my eyes
The ghosts from the future pose
I scream till my throat dries
And I am unable to cry
The eyes that were filled with love
Now have traces of helplessness
Anger, frustration and sadness
I eat and drink and sleep and wink
Without much of a blink
I sit and stare and stare and sit
And think of the bodies
Those were buried in the pit
I look at my hands
And wish to rewind
The time when they held hands
Not the time when they
Felt the bodies of the loved ones
For the last time
They play hide and seek with me
And all I want to do is to flee
Each day and night
The ghosts of the future
Ruins my sight
I sit beside the graves of
My loved ones
And realize that I have failed
Not won
Humanity have failed me
The borders are so intense
The pain so deep
That only in dreams
Could I hold my loved one
By taking a leap
I feel or I think I feel                             
I lost my right on my body and soul
Someone brutally cut a part of the whole
Snatched it and threw it away ruthlessly
Giving me a life time sentence of loneliness
Turning me into a man without my family