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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required (I'm an Indian lassie, was born in West Africa, (Nigeria), Grew up in South Africa (Swaziland) and currently live in East Africa. (Tanzania). So I live in Daresalam, near the Indian Ocean. I might be like any other expatriate, desirous of their homeland Upon my country's soil fervently wishing to stand. I can't help feeling profusely foreigner in this highly foreign land I'd give anything to go back, say even be a mariner for there's an ocean to cross before familiar sand. An ocean with dear motherland's name greets me all the way here with tantalizing lure Tiring me of nostalgia's seemingly endless game reminding the distance between the shores is galore! Everything here seems just too alien and foreign The air seems foreign punctuated by exotic birds In this land I still feel as if lost in some warren and the foreign language - I'm at a loss for words! I feel estranged and disoriented, struck with nostalgia though I might not be such a patriot any more The awaited journey to India from Tanzania to reach familiar ground of lakhs and crore. Ah, the welcoming scenes of my homeland always so enticing and inviting It might seem surprising that for me she's a dreamland but a desire to go back, since ages I've been fighting. I'm home- sick, waiting so long to be back home There's no place like home- sweet- home Here I feel I've lost my tracks Like a homeless wanderer do I roam. As here I feel no less like a Gulliver on his travels yet to rehabilitate from homesickness might take a lifetime For now, I can merely sing of motherland's marvels and wait soberly for fate and destiny's chime. But an underlying truth here: I feel alienated everywhere as if I hailed from No- man's-land They think I neither blend with the Indian nor the african but hope they respect my very individual brand.
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