Sindhi Refugees

These men got to go

Declared enemies

So they packed their bags

And became refugees

They crossed  borders in shame

Over dispute of two countries

Coldness between India Pakisthan

Divided all Sindhis

Gold coins, crockery,

Luxuries of happy homes

Vultures of the land

Looted their hard earned money

Holes in their soles

Forced to live in open tents

They dined in community kitchens

Just rice, lentils, bread

Dignity had to be earned

For pride to return

A new life was chalked

For them to start all over

They up-toned their muscles

To begin from scratch
No map to follow
There was no going back.

On streets, railways, footpaths

On every unclaimed land

They spread their merchandise

Began to sell their wares.

Night and day, day and night

They toiled under harsh weather

Framed inside faith

Wrapped in cloak of self respect

Inch by inch,  hard work

Yielded good results

Sixty years after migration

Sindhis are everywhere

Offering hand of compassion

They lift their families up

Sindhis, the philanthropist

Helping every common man

Building schools, hospitals

Doing unselfish work

Communities, friends, families

Share their extra wealth

Hardwork pays,

Lady luck smiles

Wheels of fortune

Turns around

Dot by dot,  chain by chain

They learnt to survive

Third generation of

Migrant Sindhis

Winners of the game

Fore fathers

Faced much hardship

With stickers of refugees

on their backs

Scion of refugee men

Champs in present world