Muhammad Shanazar - A Refugee's Monologue

We were a family that lived in the valley,
Amid the houses wrapped in peace and serenity,
Whose structures took bath at every night,
In the glow of moon and stars, contentment overflowed
As fragrance brims over the walls
Of the rose garden on the wings of breeze,
And life went on with the smooth gait.

Then time encroached,
Men with uniform and big boots
Knocked at the doors of the dwellers,
Compelled us to vacate the valley,
Now we are in the refugees' camp
Pant between life and death
The distress of three million men,
Women and children makes me worried,
We spend nights sleepless.

Lo! U.N.O's vehicle comes with the contents of food,
They all rush to grab the opportunity,
They grapple on each appearance of bag of flour or sugar,
And spoil the matter by pouring down,
Lo! Who moves away proud of his achievement,
With a bag of flour on his shoulder.

Muhammad Shanazar

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