Power Game And Refugee Poem by vijay gupta

"POWER GAME AND REFUGEE"

I am a refugee.
After crossing so many borders,
I have reached in a new country.
No welcome, no arrangements,
I am here under the open sky.
Nobody is asking me,
for a cup of tea and a piece of bread.
I have left my so many belongings
and my motherland behind me.
On pity ground,
so many people are coming forward for help.
Today half of the world
is under the grip of war.
and rest is knocking the door of war.
The sea of tears, road of fear
and valley of death is on the Earth.
Violence and bloodshed is
here and there.
We think that
it is all due to the power game.
In which people are used as a fuel
and religion as a tool.