No ship of all that under sail or steam
Have gathered people to us more and more
But Pilgrim-manned the Mayflower in a dream
Has been her anxious convoy in to shore.

By Poem by Robert Frost

If Earth is our Mother then who is refugee
And if somebody is … then what are we ?
Same questions would be in mind of immigrants
But, From many eyes washed the tears of sob
Germany, Austria did a great Job
Now they can sleep and enjoy their own dream
In the middle of night they can understand
Now they are not refugee but a son of earth
Born somewhere but with a God’s scheme
No ship of all that under sail or steam

Many Nation are busy in capturing land
But at time of helping they say “i have no hand”
What people will do with patriotism and this that
If nature of humanity because of this is banned
They are not of my country,They are not of my Religion
For that type of behaviour there is no cure
But all robot of God are not like that
People who are serving other must be thinking
Almighty’s ultimate test of meaning of YOUR
Have gathered people to us more and more

Immigrants Left their house for peace
After a fear that their heart there may cease
Now countless legs are playing with dust
Now countless childrean are thinking life is rust
There are many sport going on GOD can see
There are many kids and women in each team
Running, walking,In Bus,In Train,In light,in Rain
They are doing it saying themself again again
It was their path with full of unplesant scream
But Pilgrim-manned the Mayflower in a dream

Risk of life killed the loyalty for Land
Moved other part of earth with bag and baggage
carrying a faith of better source of peace
Austria-Germany gave them place as free lease
But many are still waiting with please
They are many they are More and More
How Only these Nation can help them fully
They need world,They need action against few
They need some new and some other door
Has been her anxious convoy in to shore.