Immigrant- a poem

First Published in I’m not a silent poet, October 2018

I’m an immigrant

a person whose

roots are dangling between

continents and spanning cultures

trying to get the footing

to maintain the balance

dangling between the void and the fullness

My mouth speaks two language

where my heart bears one

I’m training my tongue to

get used to the new taste of everything

while remembering my mother’s recipe

to celebrate my festivals

clutching to the old traditions

living in the constant

fear of being called a misfit

learning new slangs and clichés

I’m still trying to find a balance in my life

when

my roots are spanning the continents

and my heart is buried in one.

I’m an immigrant

I’ll be always be called one.

–Megha

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