We were a family that lived in the valley, <br />Amid the houses wrapped in peace and serenity, <br />Whose structures took bath at every night, <br />In the glow of moon and stars, contentment overflowed <br />As fragrance brims over the walls <br />Of the rose garden on the wings of breeze, <br />And life went on with the smooth gait. <br /> <br />Then time encroached, <br />Men with uniform and big boots <br />Knocked at the doors of the dwellers, <br />Compelled us to vacate the valley, <br />Now we are in the refugees' camp <br />Pant between life and death <br />The distress of three million men, <br />Women and children makes me worried, <br />We spend nights sleepless. <br /> <br />Lo! U.N.O's vehicle comes with the contents of food, <br />They all rush to grab the opportunity, <br />They grapple on each appearance of bag of flour or sugar, <br />And spoil the matter by pouring down, <br />Lo! Who moves away proud of his achievement, <br />With a bag of flour on his shoulder.<br /><br />Muhammad Shanazar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-refugee-s-monologue/
