March 17, 2006

The Immigrant Experience


Rootless, yet I exist.
Barren, though in soil fertile
and bathed plenty in sunshine.

Plucked out of soils akin
with promises of greener pastures.
Alas! a view from afar.

Planted amid suspicion
as to whether I belonged.
Believing I was one of them afterall!

Struggling for survival
and determined to succeed.
They call us the new breed...

the rootless wonder!

Living the faded memory of a lost home
amid a dying dream of some promised land.

What seek I yonder?

9 comments:

BD said...

Nice poem.

Nasir said...

Really NICE, more because the cause that lies here in.




~jeelani

EXSENO said...

Very profound words. Did you write this beautifully written poem?

Id it is said...

exseno,
Thanks. Yes it's mine.

Dr. Deborah Serani said...

Is this yours? It is beautiful. Where did you emigrate from?

~Deb

opinionatedinjerzee said...

wow, you are a really good writer..excellent poem!

Trailady said...

WOW- you are a very deep thinker! I love your poetic spirit. Well written, nicely said!!

Sreekumar said...

Nice Poem! Will link this one from my blog.

Id it is said...

Good to hear from you.
Thanks sree!