Displacement, Dislocation (Diaspora) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

I do not know
Where are you from,
Where will you belong to,
What your tongue,
What will it your in the end,
I just see you standing before,
Ready to board the plane
To fly away to
As for engagement, my love,
How to keep you with me,
You have a future
But with a heavy heart
I bid you farewell
As you may return,
May not
Just see you a girl
Flying overseas
For good opportunities, better prospects?
I wish you good luck.