Refugees
Ekphrastic
An Innocent Query
Hey dear mother,
The clothes hanging up high,
Seem to be enjoying more than us.
Don't they look free and relaxed,
Whereas, we are struggling.
Struggling to find a roof over our head,
Call a piece of land as our...
Poetry
What’s Our Fault
Oh! What was our fault, tell me my mother,
That ousted we're , from our country so dear?
We didn't ask for fight, nor revolution,
Neither power, bloodshed, nor any loss.
All we wanted was, just a peaceful...