I M M I G R A N T Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

He came with goden dreams,
Spending ahuge amount
Of money, to the nation
Cherished, Got ajob, worked
Day and night to make
An ordinary living,
Fazed by the luxury
Of a few rich guys,
Unable to adopt the culture,
He felt alien, getting used
To his own kind of people,
Wondering whether
This was the golden dream
He achieved, fully knowing
He did much better, respected
In his own country,
Yet the currency rates
Making him cling to the country,
The Immigrant lived
A mixed life of made up pleaure,
Making complexes
In his own native land,
Yet not able to reurn,
Due to the dilemma
Of making more and more money.

Ravikiran Arakkal