Refugee


Mugdhomoyee

           

Our friendship was unconditional.


Beside no strings there was an awaken,

Infinite flowing river

Showing thumb at all human misery

Drifting on long trips.

We did it so smoothly


Our destination was determined.


We already knew

At the end of the long journey

None of us will get anywhere

Although our body

Travel fatigue was just fine.


At the end of the trip you went back to your own home

Whereas you had a house to go to-


And I became a refugee again.


Mugdhomoyee is a freelancer and translator currently studying for her Masters in English Literature and Cultural Studies at Jagannath University