Migrants

They did not know
Where to go, 
No destination to name.

No relatives, 
No friends, 
A journey through
Unknown lands, 
Unknown people, 
Unknown language. 

Fire engulfed them, 
Fear gripped them, 
Tears rolled down, 
Darkness encircled,
A walk through 
Times of uncertainty! 

Would they come back ever 
To the known streets, 
To chirpy trees, 
To the familiar breeze, 
To meet again, 
To love again, 
Nobody knows
Until the war ends. 

The journey is  on, 
to hell or heaven, 
Time would testify
to survive or to succumb.