Fling to the odd land

Suraj K. Budhathoki
NH, USA
Water, sun, food and play no less found in my virgin land
Love, care and roof held me tight, not let it ruin my faith
A dark day rode, tempest erodes, and all wreckage left
Rumpled my blissful past, and dashed into a foreign land.

Land so odd, tongue so unique and culture so unalike
Brownie I look, thick accent I sound, but all we pain
Like them, and hurt so easy when cast-off by kind alike
Did I admit all odds as mine; near my bosom so tight?

Not my land, outcast as I look, but welcomed
By most, yet a few snags me diurnal fright
Fear so real, threat so genuine, and a call for unite
Far, so as it seems, a light so dim and distant
Did I ever not squeeze my hearts, and submit all I had?

I look at me, with the worthy virtue of love and
Empathy, the kindness I preach to the world
Alas! The world sinks under my feet so rash
Explodes this world in my eyes, left no or less drive.
Did I ever doubt your love, but you scorn me so high?

A soul so crass, builds a rift, and abounds a poison
What a shame human I belong, the crook it begets
The world deep in my feet, feel in my drenched hearts
The sorrow I take, abyss I land with such a shameful soul!
Though I accept all theirs as mine; near my bosom so tight?