Abandoned

I have been taken.
Forcibly forsaken.

Barely surviving, to provide for another’s comfort.
Squeezed and packed as a parcel, unable to contort.

I live, caged in someone else’s house.
Missing my home, children and my spouse.

Back there, they are praying silently with hope
Thanks to their prayers, I am able to cope.

I work in this region that is foreign.
Land, when compared to mine, is barren.

All these plants look like a fake.
Even the water feels like a mistake.

The worst part is that my tears cannot be seen;
They melt silently into the blue and green.

Photo of an aquarium
This week’s prompt photo is supplied to us by Sonya O. Thank you Sonya!

A small dedication to all those forcibly taken from their homes to serve elsewhere.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Week (June 9 – June 16) – 101 words.

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38 thoughts on “Abandoned”

    1. To each his own. Comparing music is something I look at in awe while taking photographs is something musicians look up to while you find my poetry amazing

      Thank you 🙂

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  3. What a wonderful poem! It is so sad and shows what this fish feels like being taken away from his home and family. I never thought of fish being able to feel feelings like this, but this story shows that – hey, it could be a possibility! I hope he gets reunited with his loved ones.

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    1. Actually no. I’ve read and heard of people going abroad in search of jobs. Also I’ve also studied of slavery and bonded labour.

      So actually, there isn’t just a story. There’s history behind the poem.

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  9. I saw the last sentence and went back to read all over again, trying to imagine their position and – ah, that was really heart-breaking. Beautiful poem.

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    1. Thank you for those kind words of compliment. It was heart breaking indeed for me when I read about such humans in History lessons.
      Well, let’s just hope that history never does repeat itself.

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  10. that moment when you realize that it’s a fish in an aquarium, and it breaks your heart all over again because your fish is an excellent allusion to so many people who are working elsewhere from their family.

    My feelings will not be repressed. you must allow me to tell you, how ardently i admire your blog
    -J

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    1. I know right. And sometimes, those workers hardly have a choice but to work to feed the fires.
      Sometimes, these hard workers might also be students put away at hostels, working day and night to learn to do the same, in the future.

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  14. I love the theme of your poem. It’s so meaningful. I hate to see animals in cages, pens, tanks or any other type of enclosure (unless for the purpse of beeding endangered species). The way you referred to the enclosed environment as foreign and barren was perfect.

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      1. Totally agree. I cringe every time I see birds in cages and fish in tanks! And I refuse to go to a zoo unless it’s one with a breeding programme for endangered species.

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