Of a land that was my own
I closed behind me the doors
Leading to places where I had grown
Driven by a sense of adventure
The excitement of exploration
The promise of a greener pasture
Or all of above, in combination
The years went by trying to settle
I was lost in acclimatization
Trying to prove my mettle
Undergoing cultural desensitization
As time passed by I realized
How touch with my roots I was losing
The cultural heritage I had prized
Was out of my conscience oozing…
In panic, I tried to grab, to hold on
To the threads that were my connection
To the hallowed land where I was born
To the country that gave me direction
Memories embedded I brought to the surface
The smell of the soil was etched in my brain
Songs I grew up with, the colorful verses
Sights of my country I dreamt of again
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So this is how through life I float
With one foot in each country’s boat
Mixing language, culture and tradition
I live my life in a rich amalgamation.
Do you get to visit home very much?
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Not very often, because I like to travel elsewhere too… truthfully I have very little to complain about as there are still many Indian elements around me.
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Very good to hear.
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i feel exactly the same… 🙂
Cheers, Archana – http://www.drishti.co
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