Whose shores are these
Water so cold
And sand so hard
My heart so still.
No sand castles
Our castles destroyed
Not running barefoot in the sand
But running away from motherland.
No laughter no cries of joy
No lazy sunny afternoons
This shore so quiet
As tears lap the shore.
To the welcoming shore
They said we will go
Unwanted , unloved and unknown
We have been washed up the shores.
Why is this shore not mine
Why did I inherit a land with mines
Why is three year old a refugee
Was I born to wrong parents.
I feel the cold water coming back
To caress my cheeks so white
Is it sea water or tears of humanity
Both so salty.
