Asylum

Asylum

A bordered world

Patrolled by armed men

Radars, fighter planes, and ships

Seeking the blood of perceived enemies

Yet some of them breach the borders to bomb

Imaginary or futuristic threats away from the shores

Taking innocent lives for no fault of theirs, but for greed

Dismantling the lives of millions in their own homelands

By making them refugees at the mercy of neighbors

Brave hearts risk their lives and march with a hope

Through tough terrains battling adverse weathers

Militants, Traffickers, rogue patrols and open sea  

Holding breath against death at times of trouble

To reach a faraway safe land to start lives again 

Seeking asylum away from shattered homeland

To live, work, and save every penny they can    

To build a nest of safe future for themselves

And for uplifting lives of the loved ones left behind

With a wish for reunion someday in the new shore 

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This poem is a part of A2Z series of poems 

Strangers

Someday, we will meet, 

When we couldn't afford to, 

Somewhere midst chaos.

We never met,

When we could have, 

We had plenty of time

To explore sands and hills

Together, in search of freedom

Destiny or fate, We didn't

Our dreams withered away

In the drought of our silence,

While we weaved them in winter,

With a hope to splash in monsoon

Now the spring bloom hollow smiles

Mocking at your portrait of memoir

You will walk past me, like a stranger

With a silence that ill fits a radio

With a smile, hidden somewhere

Saying hello to an old buddy

That's all left in between us

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Lost Portrait

She sat on the white sands

Of a lonely, get away beach

Keeping her chin rest upon

On folded legs, she gazed

At the symphony of waves

She shared her thoughts,

With the meditating waves

She received vibe of peace

 To calm her exuberance

About a secret romance   

Naughty breeze dillydallied

With her short beach drape

While the shallow lagoon

In her backdrop, sought

Impressions of her beauty

Voyeuristic sun smiled at her

While portraying her curves

Precisely on the sand canvas

She surrendered herself to sun

For a golden tan, for a surprise

She waited for the splashy sunset

To welcome the charming moon

To lit her evening with her man

   

Drowning Bridge

It stood tall for years

Slicing down the distance

Meeting the ends of two hearts

With its panels across the destiny

Sending the messengers to exchange

The news and goodwill

It grew in stature as the symbol of bonding

It saw the fondness blooming like spring

It saw the summers and winters of friendship

It saw the cajoling romance and bitterness of fights

It hoped to remain as the rope between them forever

But, one moment of madness or craziness of fate

It sank slowly, without catching fire, without screams

Silence mourned its slow drowning on one side

Noisy memories kept yelling at it to hold on other side

The remnants of that bridge remain floating

Hoping for a miraculous renaissance 

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Welsh Traitors

They roam right after the winter

Grazing the overgrown lawns

Of welsh valleys

Unfazed by the onlookers gazing

They are the darlings of misty Wales

They outnumber the welsh speakers

But, once we cross the Severn bridge

And if we find one of them

Grazing the English grass

My pony tailed welsh friend would yell

You traitor, what are you doing in England?

You are welsh, you go back to homeland

It’s just sheeps, and all they care is grass

But they are welsh traitors in England 

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