The Refugee's Roots

If you ask me
How many houses I have changed till now,
I would not reply.
But I can tell you
About the comforts and discomforts
I felt in each of those houses.
About a day of loose motion
In a house with no toilet;
Or a cool summer night's story on a rooftop,
Counting the stars before a cozy sleep;
The terror of snakes in a house near fields;
The tastes of guavas and the stick of a
merciless landlady;
And the voices of grief for an unseen person's
death:
My grandfather, when I busied myself making
clay toys
To avoid those cries.
If you ask me,
Why I have been
So alien in all my jobs,
My mouth will remain shut.
But I would definitely open it wide
To share the successes and failures I had in
those jobs.
How the very first day as a washer
I cut my hand in a milk bottling factory;
Or about comments on my young age and short
height,
Instead of on my teaching capabilities in my
short career;
Or how I sold things at a loss
In an uncle's shop;
About my tactfulness in selling cheap-quality
watches
To a Kashmiri, who even doubted
That those watches would continue to tell the
time in Jammu
Before he reached his destination, Srinagar;
Or a depressing story in a ready-to-wear clothes
shop,
And how theoretically I excelled,
And practically failed, in a life insurance
company office.
If you ask me,
To which city I actually belong,
I want to reply,
But what should my answer be?
The city somewhere in Chitral
Where my grandfather arrived
As an economic refugee,
Or the city of his political refuge in India,
Jalandhar?
The city of my father's memories,
Jamshedpur,
Which he craves to visit again and again?
The city of my birth, Delhi, from
Where we were thrown out as
An unwanted minority?
Or the city where I live now,
Or any of those cities I visited?
I know of no mathematical formula,
Or any law of gravity,
That could solve
The question of a refugee’s roots.
But let me add before I subtract
My feelings:
I fell in love equally with
The comforts and discomforts of all my houses
As equally as I loved my failures and successes
in all my jobs.
And do you know
Why I love the cities of my grandfather and my
father,
The cities where I was born,
I lived or visited,
Or the cities I wish to visit?
Who knows which of these cities has in its soil,
My roots,
The roots of a refugee?

Reviews

[B]

When i was reading your words i started thinking
maybe we are all refugees
coming from all locations around the world
and our roots are written on paper
maybe our real roots are the sense of connection we feel towards one another
that is what makes us alive

i love your work here

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thanks a lot Nisreen

[Coyote Poetry]

A poem above the modern world. So many people had lost everything.
"The cities where I was born,
I lived or visited,
Or the cities I wish to visit?
Who knows which of these cities has in its soil,
My roots,
The roots of a refugee?"
The above questions are asked by many. A poem needed to be read by more folks. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thank you so much dear friend

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome and always a pleasure to read your work.

[MomzillaNC]

The truth of the refugee…

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thank you so much

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thank you so much

[MomzillaNC]

yvw :D

[Sami Khalil]

A very profound impact on the narrator in a positive among the forced events or history. Appreciating the roots but moving on in a healthy way without vengeance and grievance is a sugn of nobility and forgiveness. Humans have erected so many fences and have done injustices equally. Thank you for pouring out your heart and sharing your historic memories. God bless....:).....

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thank you so much Sir

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome, sir.....:).....

[R Smith]

brilliant comment in excellent poetry, well done my friend :)

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thank you so much Richard Sir

[CA Anurag Sharma]

The best part of this poem is its flow and presentation... loved the way you presented the whole story so beautifully in the words... good one :)

[hardeep sabharwal]

thanks you so much Anurag ji

[KWP]

oh wow - I love everything about this journey right here - it washes with acceptance - it asks for ni pity as so often we see - a story unfolds, states the facts of a journey in such a way that we cannot help but to get caught up in the little details - i enjoyed this immensely - no to mention the essence of India filters through naturally - so you hit a soft spot there with me.

well done - I really love your words here X

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thank you so much for such a nice review. :)