Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "immigration"

Sentience of a distant space,
I stand at your starry doorstep.
Born of carbon this simple life,
I come bearing a thread of love lace.

When will I meet my mirror mind,
When will I meet a mirror of kind!
Will all this struggle count for nothing,
Coming all this way, how can I alight!

I dreamt of you in my fiercest nights,
I craved for you in my suffering frights.
I ached for you on my brightest flights,
I trekked the galaxy seeking your sight.

Yet I remain ever so thirsty,
to drench in your monsoon smile.
When will I come to part with
this horrific state of divide!

Call me misafir, call me göçmen,
This heart of mine is always migrant.
Şan ve şöhrete ben muhtaç değilim,
Benim derdim dünya, dünya dermanım.

Call me gypsy, or call me refugee,
This heart of mine is always migrant.
I’ve got no use for silicon or gold,
World is my bane, world, my ointment.

In Sanskrit I am Abhijit,
In English I am Victor.
In Arabic I am Ghalib,
In History I am Reformer.

Call me whatever you like,
Befitting your culture.
I have no reservations,
Above my human nature.

So many tongues, as many names –
Some call agua, some call pani.
Conquer the tongue, spirit is the same –
Some dub it divine, I live as humanity.