Refugee

Refugee

Raining in the sun,
Shivering in the dark
And feeding off the loneliness
Is myself displaced in ages.

Denying the love of the dense green
And the kindness of the stream
That filled my soul in thousand ways,
Made me a wanderer in centuries.

Befriending with hunger and thirst
And sorrows fathomless, thick everywhere,
And standing in the open
And seeking a shelter
Is none other than me and
My dreams torn apart.

Till the learned find pleasure in their ignorance,
And the poor bliss with their wealth,
Remain, I the uncivilised and tribal
And thou will keep me in the open?

Roaming in ages
In openness and aloofness
Where mountains in flame
Fluttering with the sky,
Where Oceans dry thin
Hiding deep inside the depth,
Is me and only me.
why thou keep me outside?
It is raining days and nights.

Devamanohar