The new me

 

A big gap in my heart

won’t be filled by the yawns of all my townsmen.

not even with the lullaby of the maple leaves

                      from the tree of solitude

                      in the middle of my neighbour’s grounds.

Not from the invisible hands of hope,

that can stitch my heart with the promise of “a better tomorrow”.

 

I am lost

          in a big gap

          among the colourful clouds of diversity

          behind the seas,

          above the HOME  lakes,

          on  a canoe  made from  red cedar

          that goes  nowhere

          celebrating “the new me”.

 

I am from the East, living in the West

raised on a wool carpet, dreaming on a wooden bed.

 

I have black hair

and a thick  accent

and huge dreams

and a small piece of luggage which once belonged to  my grandfather.

 

I took everything on a red cedar canoe

that goes to nowhere

to celebrate the new me.

I am neither Eastern, nor  Western

neither a believer, nor a supporter

not a good player, but a good learner.

In the auction of words in my throat:

                                                          I am an immigrant.

 

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Nov.16.08

Shabnam Janet Janani received a journalism award, for more information click  here

http://www.payvand.com/news/08/nov/1015.html