Review by raji

My humble review of the efficaciously gallant poem titled “A Night in the Refugee Camp” by Globally acclaimed esteemed adorable poetess Swapna Behera ji

Adorable poetess of mesmerizing distinction dear Swapna Behera ji’s granduer in composing such a valorous poem of pathetic plights of Afghanistan is heartrending. Water scarcity and dead morality are the Sunrise and Sunset of the country. The other contributory factors to the crisis are Geaographical contrains, Illiteracy, climatic changes, sanitation and war.
In the midst of these adversities struggles the protoganistst, Shahnaz like many other poverty-stricken citizens of the country.The struggle of Shahnaz for existence in many complications is vividly potrayed by the poetess. The lines
“Lusty eyes of the guard
Craving gestures of all horror
Precondition placed by him
An extra bucket ; come for a night”
exemplify the immoral heinous attitude of the guard above sixty towards the girl of fourteen. Deprived of degraded and discomfortable life, Shahnaz’s decision of getting married to the man instead of being beried in the grief is narrated to stir the conscience of the civilized world. Agonising lines of the poem
“Monthly these days will be street – free
So what the guard above sixty
Certainly water beyond all needs”
Picturises the lifeless lives of the women. Here the potess touches the hearts of her readers through her empathetic expressions by delineating the untold tale. The concluding line of the poem depicts forlonity of Shahnaz
“Uncle, will you marry me? “
Till countries consider humanity as one’s nation, such brutality rules innocents. Let’s hope this marvellous work of the poetess melts the hearts of ravenous aspirants of so called developed countries.

Kudos to you dearest poetess of exquisite elegance for composing such a factual narrative poem to highlight the hazardous plight of the refugees in the camp of Afghanistan.

@Rajani Mula

A NIGHT IN THE REFUGEE CAMP
Swapna Behera

In the refugee camp of Afghanistan
Scorching days of ‘No Water’
Desperate queue of hours hue
Only a bucket per a tent

Lusty eyes of the guard
Craving gesture of all horror
Precondition placed by him
An extra bucket ; come for a night

Never a night but explosive fight
Never comes the dawn or peeps the Sun
Shahnaz a girl of fourteen
Awake whole night in a fix
in her tent a bucket for six !
Those five days she needs water more

Restless Shahnaj makes a deal
Better to be the Begum of the guard
Instead of burning every second
Can bathe and wash all her parts

Monthly these days will be stress-free
So what the guard above sixty
Certainly water beyond all needs

Fourteen year Shahnaz chooses the path
Walks to the guard slowly and slowly
“Uncle, will you marry me?”
Copy right @ Swapna Behera