Poems by (or about) refugees written by our followers

We are as one

I had a dream where all was bright
All darkness gone, to my delight!

And in this dream there was a world, so different, yet so possible.

Where borders were no longer real
We were as one and what a deal!

And in the eyes of a dear child, no signs of sadness from a far exile.

There was instead hope, a future!

Yes, hope indeed it must go on.
Hope for those who’ve chosen a different song, a different world.

For those who’ve chosen
To love
To smile
And greet with kindness every refugee and child

So welcome all to my sweet home, what’s mine is yours
We are as one!

– Melissa Rossi

Bear with me

When I left home
I left to go back
I left…
It’s not because I wanted to
Its because I was forced to
So I had to…

But I left home to go back
I left my tiny rag doll
I left my vast wild beautiful heath
Not because I wanted to 
But because i was forced to

You know its not easy
Believe me!
But I did leave
Against the waves
Against your wish
I had to! 

I know you don’t like me
You feel threatened

But believe me

I was forced to!
I wanted to live on the same street
I wanted to marry into the same town
Have a baby or two
But I had to…come to your country
I will surely leave your home the day I can
Till then please bear with me 

I will go back home
And keep a warm hearth for you
God forbid!
But if you need someday…
I will make a home for you 
In my home
Because I know you will come to my home 
Because you were forced to! 

Till then please…Bear with me…. 

– Shashwati Goswami

You have a name.

“There is a place in the ocean where two seas meet, with currents so different that it creates a tide though there be no shore. Let our love confound such waters. Let the differences between us melt into nothing and merge so that all remains is us, body to body. Skin that’s the same, hearts that follow the same repetitive thud thud thud. I am you and you are surely my image too.”

– Laura Thompson


Like a leaf flying, almost touching the ground and being stepped on. Like a candle going out, we are burning down.

“Am I a shadow that the sun does not light?” The world is moving and nothing is alright.

Dear hearts, be brave. It hurts looking in the mirror, but remember that courage defines the heroes.

Life is happening now. You are not living the one you deserve, but I believe something good for you is reserved.

You need help getting out. My question is “how”. The windows do not open, you need somebody now.

My arms are open. And always will be. Even when the moon is the only light you see.

– Ana Rita.

The Guilt Trip

The infant soul, pelted stones

To save it’s father from greedy souls.

The father lost at zero cost, made the infant weep.

The infant wept and blamed itself for not pelting enough.

Later, the infant thought of the greedy sloths,

Asking that, why was its father lost at no cost .

The infant lost in the frosty thought

Chose the cost of its fathers loss .

That‟s where the trip of thoughts made him sought

For the cause of its fathers loss.

The warrior grew in the infant soul

Just for the cause of its fathers loss.

-Hatim Merchant

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