Poetry Corner:-

1) Asylum Seeker

This name is never mine,
I didn’t claim it.
This name my family
never called me. Only in
foreign land, strangers
renamed me from that
day I came running,
seeking protection
from the bully evil forces
I neither resist nor revolt.
When I came rushing,
a few affirmed human
dignity, client they called
me.
Asylum seeker, this
name that have adopted
me into it’s nest and it’s
stuck on me like black
cloud lingering over me.
It goes without saying,
intentionally stigmatised
and deliberately victimised
for this asylum I am
seeking.
This basic human right,
so much undermined.
Let down by their system,
forced to stay an underdog.

2) Guests of the night

This past night, a
night of visions.
The night, the sleep
not a sleep too
troubled.
When they slept,
resting I so restless
holding endless
conversation with
“black demons”,
spirits of the night.
The dream, visions
or hallucinations?
Unknown prophecy
or illusions?
Meaningless nightmare,
delusions?
The unseen spirits,
I visualise for real
but not lunacy.
The self invited guests
dooming or on what
missions?

3) So senseless

When life is not ours
and everything. They
harvest what we sowed,
silver and gold.

When we eat no more
under earth. They eat
from our sweat, the sweets
in luxury.

Dying, church mouse
all of us nothing of
our own only passive
creative mind.

Ours, the work received
no recognition,
no respect,
no royalties,
not revealed.

Now breathless
all a sudden, culture
scrambling vultures
suck the lifeless so
senseless.