**driftwood Poem by RAJ NANDY

**driftwood

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** DRIFTWOOD

My roots lie buried deep in the East,
Where sun is hot and winter least!
I wondered in service from place to
place,
Like a drift wood afloat on water’s
surface!
My luggage always followed in a truck,
And I hoped that my next posting would
bring me better luck!
I never got a chance to take firm roots, -
Like people staying in one place always
should!
Then finally I settled in this Delhi city,
With nostalgic thoughts of the East -
haunting me!
Now mentally I remain a floating entity,
Like a rootless driftwood in this Capital
City!
-Raj Nandy
New Delhi
11 Mar 09

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ritty Patnaik 19 August 2009

wonderful write raj! randomly picked up this poem, thinking about a driftwood, and found you instead.i know one gets weary, of changing homes! specially in services.by the time we finish we become a pot pourrie of different cultures! enjoyed thoroughly this poem.....ritty

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Bob Blackwell 14 August 2009

Raj, for a moment I thought you were describing my life! Drifting here and drifting there, we collect so many thoughts, lots of memories of this or that, then we wonder where we are. Bob

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