Child Jesus—Refugee the Great, a poem by Gobinda Biswas

 Child Jesus—Refugee the Great

Gobinda Biswas

You were our Messiah, Liberator the Great
When you arrived in this world,
It was on the crater of an active volcano,
Just waiting to be erupted anytime
For Herod, the torturer tortured us utmost.
Like Kangsa, the cruel Indian king,
The ruthless provincial ruler heard the prophecy,
A new kind king among the Jews would appear,
Hence the old king could not sleep at all,
For fear of losing the throne.
Suddenly a star appeared in the sky
Three Magi from the East could knew
The Rescuer had been born at Bethlehem,
They offered him gold, frankincense and myrrh
And left Jerusalem in no time.
At this king Herod got so angry
He ordered all the boy children
Below two years must be killed immediately,
The cruel soldiers killed them so helpless
The sky was resounded with parents’ lamentation.
The parents of the baby in the manger
Got so afraid for the safety of their son,
For fear of Herod they escaped to Egypt,
At dead of night without a penny
With the baby in mother’s lap
With hundred of refugees they arrived in Egypt
With hardships they lived in the Ghetto,
With or without a burnt bread a day,
One day the boy cried, “Mother , Father’’,
‘Palestime is crying, I will go there.’