Although it is not where I was born
It is a part or me, it lives in me, exists in me, resides in me, survives in me
But it is only seen outside by my colour
Wanting to spread but stopped in its tracks, trapped inside
By the differences of what I am today on the outside
I wear baggy pants, a shirt to my knees, a watch and a chain
So different from a sharvani and a kurta which is so nice and plain
I eat different foods, maybe a sandwich or more
Nothing like traditional food that smells good to the core
Festivals and holidays here are something I donâ??t even believe
Why am I here? This is something even I canâ??t conceive
Festivals back home with family and friends
Have all come to a painful end
Where I was, the sun was hot and bold
Warming your skin all the way to the bone
Here, half the year is surrounded by a bitter cold
The wind howling at your face in this arctic zone
The farms, the gardens, the flowers feel so soothing, taking away all your pain
Like someone special hugging you or a gentle summerâ??s rain
The scent, the essence, the smell after rain
Makes you feel as if you lost a burden or are rid of all your pain
The smell and the taste of sweets
Make any festival complete
They taste so moist, juicy and good
The taste like all sweets should
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The smell, the landscape, the scenery
It pains me to say all this is a memory
Traditions, Customs, Rules were so unique
They may be old fashioned or antique
But this is what I seek,
This is what I long for
Making me want it even more
Here I am trying to piece together pieces of my culture
Cherishing what I remember like a hungry vulture
Sometimes I feel like I donâ??t belong
But I have to be tough I have to be strong
Because this is also a part of me
Growing and blossoming like a new born tree
