No Country to Own - Arathy Asok

What will people do,
Who have no city to call their own?
Whose houses are four corners they turned,
When life took them.

What will such people do,
Who long to grow roots,
But who stumble when they see faces,
Trying to recollect
Each face from a dead memory
Memory that was not born, naturally.

What would such people do,
Who want to know what it is
To dwell under the same sky,
The same sunrises and sunsets,
A meal on the wooden table
At times in the sun,
And the evenings
A circle around the tea cup.

What would they not do to swing their hands,
In the alleys ways
Knowing for sure
The next corner they must turn?

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Arathy Asok  (20th century) India
Source: PoetHead