...

25 views

My Blind Life
I painstakingly strive for somewhat,
ornamenting my life
I don't see any opportunity to settle
Oh my refugee life!
Does it consent me to go ahead?
I am kept in refugee camps
Like pressing into a hole underground
Ability doesn't work anymore
But along waits for opportunity.

I imagine, I am a star
But the cloud is under me,
Consequently, the sparkling can't be seen
I am a blind star
I am a shadowless tree,
All because of I am a refugee.

If the world would fullfil my hunger,
I will be revealed as a man
The world needs for future
I would make brightened it.

I don't want to surviving life
Just want to fly in the sky
To see what this world actually looks like,
Or, to be a bud of flowers
Which many yearn for.
© Ro Arfat Khan