The Immigrants - Poem by Shyamal Anadkat
I live the trembling age, to fight for place.
And then I realize I share a commonplace
Stories I hear of heroes and zeroes,
Make no sense if I be none.
Never for fun o boy run that gun-
In a land that lends it free,
In a land that I shall go study,
In a land that has touched the sky
From a land that has nourished
me and my brothers to fight for place
And flourish the green and oranges
Among the red and blues.
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