My Life
That day!
Almost two decades ago
Still I can feel and see
The tears falling down their cheeks
My mother and father
My brother and sister
All came to see me off
But I never used to think
Since that day
I’m completely separated from them
I am used to feeling them everyday
Now I am here
I am here in India
I am become a refugee
Refugee for everything
I can’t see and hear
What is going in my homeland
But I can feel my beloved relatives
Always concern for me!
Blogs and Poems by Kriti Bhargava – The Photographer cum Blogger
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