Immigrant Poem by Jay P Narain

He has lived here longer than in his motherland,
He has learnt all the slangs and can bade hi and bye well,
Still when he pronounces birthday as birdday with an accent,
I guess he must be an immigrant.

He watches all the games on the tube,
He can bet on the fantasy footballs and make money on Texas hold 'em,
But when he calls the soccer as the football game,
I guess he must be an immigrant.

He has told his stories so many times,
The struggle he had to wage to survive in his native land,
Miles he had to walk barefoot to attend his school,
Although he struggled here as much to earn a living,
He at least enjoys the freedom he always cherished,
I guess he must be an immigrant.

He works harder than everyone around,
Making his ends meet is his motive divine,
His efforts don't get much attention,
As he is unable to draw any vocal attention,
I guess he must be an immigrant.

He does not wear a polo shirt with flag on is chest,
He does not furl the flags of his heritage and the adopted land,
He feels at home with people and culture of his land,
I guess he must be an immigrant.