In the eyes of a Refugee

There’s a cluster of conflicts, Struggle for survival and for a smile, Terror and fear are groomed deep inside, The flair of hope is gone; you can see she holds strong,  The slightest noise makes it lit with tears, An inbuilt interaction only translated by the eyes, But why shouldn’t the refugee cry? When nothing but pain makes her experience dry, Dry of laughter but wet with sorrow, Eyes that never saw father and mother, And might never see tomorrow. Eyes starve for a hot meal, a warm blanket, and a proper family,  The starvation makes her cold; the refugee hasn’t lost hope, The coldness within brings out the smile amongst the chaos.  The refugee is in need!