Treasure Island

Ambrosia Ambrosia


Who Is Our Own and Who Is A Foreigner?


Strange things happen in life!
Our own people betray us,
Just like autoantibodies,
Leaving us auto immune diseased,
Failure of body’s self recognition!

Same time outsiders embrace us,
Just like grafted foreign tissue!
Strange yet beautiful things do happen!
Our own gets rejected and
Foreigner feels like our own.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, April 24, 2013
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Poem dedicated to a ‘foreign special soul’ who is helping me in the most difficult phase of my life.Tq

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  • Spiritual Seeker (4/27/2013 11:29:00 PM)

    The world is a village...from the wise Mahatma Ganghi. Walk about humbly and gently...each with a story. (Report) Reply

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