I have no home,
No Identity of my own.
No country, no wealth
No place to belong.
Just numbers and religion,
Tagged in my being,
My existence in question,
Vague as it may seem.
Forced, tortured, uprooted,
Placed in a camp
Displaced and lost,
In life and cause;
No job, no hope
No reason to live when old
Questioned and taunted,
Pawn of politics,
I am another Refugee.
~ Suranya
