Strangers In Own Land (R)- Ii Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Way lost and starved
Goes a wandering crowd,
Walking unending miles
On their feet proud,

Deserted by all,
Their dream coming to end,
Proud still on God's three gifts:
Head, heart, and hand,

Pile of dreams still on head,
Life wrapt as if in shroud,
Way lost and starved,
Goes a wandering crowd….

None fending for them
And no one to defend,
Poor them, getting stopped
At each border land.

On what until late
They were all so proud,
No more, lost in plight,
Their cries getting loud,

Trudging to way home
That looks like abroad,
Way lost, starved,
There goes a wandering crowd.
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Happenings |05.06.2020|
Topic: people, plight