Rain comes and Darkness with it
I came here a few days ago
As a stranger
And already I am at home.
Miles and miles of Memories
Roads I have traveled
And returned to.
Nothing I was and am and ever will be
Is foreign to me.
I am an American still,
I suppose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know it is very shameful to be an American........... Come to India......... land of diversity......... and settle down......... I can understand ur plight........ being an American.........