Migrant and the Aborigines
How do you infiltrate, what is your own?
I have staked a claim, to every visited land
With the seeds of love , sown
A migrant , in search of her native land,
I have not found one, I can disown
So I scatter myself in every place
In so doing, my self,erase
In that erasure, universality trace
And then I belong, to every place
Both the migrant and the aborigine
I am,in love,what I cannot be,in me.
--shubha
How do you infiltrate, what is your own?
I have staked a claim, to every visited land
With the seeds of love , sown
A migrant , in search of her native land,
I have not found one, I can disown
So I scatter myself in every place
In so doing, my self,erase
In that erasure, universality trace
And then I belong, to every place
Both the migrant and the aborigine
I am,in love,what I cannot be,in me.
--shubha
