The Forbidden Poet

I am the forbidden poet who hailed from the lost world;
with lost heritage, the lost creed and the broken tire.
Languishing in exile now yet, keeping my gaze
Towards my home; treasuring the tons of memories,
rekindling the spirit over and over again.


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Refugee

Born refugee then to die refugee would be a disgrace.
So I take this fight personally,
this war to my heart and battle passionately.
I want to be in my own country within my own boundary.
When I get home,
I ll smear my forehead with the soil drenched
in the blood of my brave countrymen.
Mixture of flesh and bone of their sacrifice.
Then, like Indians I would dance around the fire
to awake the silent soul to evoke the courage
And I shall speak to the mountains who' ve seen it all.

O! holy spirit I shall take this campaign to the next level
Coz, we got distances to travel.
Once again rivers would be turning red.
Bodies would be dropped; lifeless. But, they won't be ours.
We shall drive the enemy out that's for sure without a doubt.
And this time we shall emerge victorious.
So, my compatriots pack your bag
We would be going home soon.

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