Poems, stories, writing

Poems, stories, writing

Forsaken Child

I want you to understand my life and my varnishing identity.
Having lost the meaning of my life ... now I survive!
It is like being again ... a child.

I am trying to tell you my needs while I am learning to speak again.
I am discovernig my new world
and what is there for me ... you know
I am looking for my rights.

I don't know what happens
if I am sick, I don't know either
if my children became ill.
Once, my hands were fruitful,
now they are tied up.
They are skilled hands but ...
you don't see them.

They want to produce again
and they will go anywhere
to contribute in the new world.
Like a child, I am scared of the dark
not having a home to go to at night.
I have space and house but in this ...
there is not a warm bed and
when I feel alone and lost, the door
of the house is closed.

I have found other forsaken children
like me ... we need the understanding
and care of those who can show us
the path and their hands to become
independent again.

I like to make you understand
that in my country there was
not queue to jump.
I had to leave...
and I did not choose to
become a child again.

Refugee Claimants Support Centre (RCSC) our savior

Ask me not the agony of my crying heart
RCSC eases the pain as such
Compassionately taking us in its wings
It cares and protects us with no limit
Depression and frustration amidst fear and anxiety
Mater Hospital and QPASTT appeared as Lord almighty
Our own country has forbidden us
Being a refugee we came here thus
RCSC: please do not leave us anywhere
For this country, our blood and toil are always there
Waiting for positive result
We hope for the betterment
Justice will be rendered
We trust in the Australian government

By: Sam (Asylum Seeker)
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Australia - My Mother

I have no words
To express the gratitude
I owe you
For your kindness
For your munificence
For your compassionate heart
For showering me with your love
For taking me in your protective wings
Without which
I would have been wandered
With wounded soul
With battered sentiment
Having been exploited, dehumanized
Even preyed by ruthless thugs
Thanks to your
Self-emptying love and
Self-abnegating care
Now, I can take a sigh a relief
I can hope again
I can dream again
I can live again
I can feel again
Tear gushes down
I can cry again
I can try again
Now, I have a sense of blessedness
Recharged and revitalized
Imbued with love and pride
I serve you the rest of my life
To make your face always bright.

By: Sam (Asylum Seeker)
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