Nestled among the woods
the countryside along the border
between the countries has serenity of peace and amiability in hearts of the people rooted to the soil.
Just down the heaven on the earth
some, once forced to flee
evicted from their joyous haven
take refuge and shelter
in a haunted camp
and breathe in constant fear
of the mad men in arms
that don't know the language
of humanity,
blind to social harmony;
while those in refugee camps do know
love, fellow feeling and patriotism
as they keep exercising their sensibility
to feel the essence of humanity.
Trauma and agonising pain aside, their lifeline is quite akin to that of the cities or of rest of the people, huddled for they know how to live their life even in the face of death always hovering around them in the disguise of starvation, dehumanizing and cruel treatment usually meted out to them in their own land of the country!
