Posted in Free verse, Poem

Day 36: Me… To Date

I left my native land as a child,
The civil war drove us out
And kept us out,
My father longed for home,
While I found a home,
In my adopted country.

To this day,
My father never understood,
“How can you call a place like this home?”
He would say,
“The racism, the crime!”
But home is where the heart is,
And my heart is here.

We might as well have been living
On two different planets.
While he saw the crime and corruption,
I saw the peace and freedom.
We never could find a middle ground.
I was too ultra-modern
And he was too old country.

Now he speaks of going back,
And I look to the future.
Today is all we have,
And this is gone all too soon.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

AN: A post of an older poem, one I wrote when I was in high school. The words have as much meaning to me now as they did then. 

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