Asylum

Why did I end up motionless, on a hustling seashore?

When a brand-new world, we had set sail to explore?

My father, in remorse, today, faces utter disdain

My existence curtailed, did anyone feel the pain?

My mother had said, you will love the new nation

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Till Mama was with me, I needed no explanation

Midst of the sea, the boat turned, the hull broke

As Mama drowned, I could feel, my breath choke

Why my sweet home, became an unbearable slum?

Enroute to a better world, even the sea refused asylum.

(Dedicated to the unfortunate two-year-old Refugee Aylan Kurdi)