An Immigrant Butterfly Cries! Poem by nimal dunuhinga

[Those who love deeply never grow old; they may die of old age, but they die young.]-Sir Arthur Wing Pinero

Sky is high
And I sigh
the barriers like
clouds above
pass away,
I look down
the Earth
Barbed-wire fences
not uprooted
I touched
and understood
not really flowers
sharp thorns
that may pierce
my soft wings?

To the professors Alejandro Portes & Ruben G.Rambaut for their precious book 'A Portrait Immigrant America'