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I wrote this poem to give expression to my sense of being caught between two worlds - the U.S. and Bangladesh. What I feel is a sense of perpetual movement, as though, having left home (11 years ago) I have become a perpetual wanderer coming in touch with, but never quite absorbed into, or finding a destination in the cultural and social atmospheres of two different worlds.


Yesterday I left home
miles and miles away,
now I'm forever moving,
becoming agitated fingers
plunging in and out of drawers,
forever snapping suitcases
and taping or tearing boxes;
moving along like a coffee-stained
road map, tearing at the folds
and dividing the lines of division;
moving in an awkward daze,
straitjacketed in blue jeans
and bandaged in silk saris;
moving between two worlds
rushing by in photographs and souvenirs;
moving between bleary images
fading like the shadow
of a dancer's frock
vanishing behind the curtain;
now I'm forever moving,
like a manuscript in transit
shuttling between publisher and author.
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2 Visitor Comments

It sounds like life.
Very nice poem. You are very talented.

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