We started very small
From out of nowhere
We rose
And tread for the unknown.
We didn’t know where
Or, how we will get there
We journeyed on,
Heading for the unknown,
We will get there
Somewhere, somehow
Of this we are sure.
We are not there yet
We get tired
Very tired
Sometimes, we are not enough
Although,
We suffered
We forged ahead.
In our pain
We journeyed
Not drown in our tears
For we tread towards
The unknown
The long-awaited golden place,
Where our journeying ends.
We never gave up
In our ignorance
We walked,
As we learned
On the road.
We carried nothing,
We were sent out empty
Not relenting,
We walked on,
Relying on us,
And, with us
The unknown
There is no turning back.
Where we fell,
We rose.
Our bitter tears
We ignored
For an abode
We never knew.
We are very close
Our destination beckons
We could hear its triumphant sound,
We could feel its touch
Its warmth so close
It’s passionate embrace
Awaits,
We march on.
With vigor and hope
We run
Not slowed down by faults.
From faults learnt,
We moved.
Sometimes, we are down,
Most times molested,
Crushed under men
yet…
To move,
We bow.
Then we got twisted, shaken and broken
Yet, we walked,
With our pain buried from the world.
On sore foot
We walked
With shame, regrets and mistakes
Constantly before us.
The unfriendly weather,
The crawling dreadful nights,
The depressing rainfall,
The accusing glances,
We ignored all.
And yesterday…
Even today,
We shun
The scorching sun.
And, these days,
We hear
Recurring bombs reports
We fear
We could be affected too
But, with us,
The unknown
There is no giving up.
So, we mourn the lives lost
For some were travelers too
Some were shots
Never to walk this path
With us.
Nobody forced us
We offered ourselves
For a mission
Many see as child’s play.
They didn’t care,
It doesn’t matter what we seek
They watched us
With indifference, for
They thought of us
As nothing,
Nothing…………?
This, being the reason
We tread,
From our unspeakable background
We tread,
We the unknown lives
From our unknown places
Of birth,
Set out to be known.
Although, we are here now,
We are not there yet,
I know.
However,
The tingling joy,
The drumming rhythms of our hearts
Says, we are close.
We be here now,
But, our name on gold
We will have.
I can hear our names
Echoing after us,
It is yea, Yea, yea…
I believe.
We the unknown
From our unknown
Places of birth
Are now known…
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A POEM OF COURAGE AND HOPE
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