“AN IMMIGRANT”
Powerful and needed words by a talented writer.
He looks but doesn’t see.
He talks but doesn’t speak.
He listens but doesn’t hear.
Around his dark eyes is a blue circle.
His heart is all about sad confusion.
He is always searching;
Searching for his lost soul;
Searching for his lost world.
Maybe is here or there or nowhere.
He doesn’t know it is inside himself.
He is gloomy, heavy hearted.
He weeps.
He says he is tired of searching.
He comes and goes.
He comes and sits.
Sits on the floor.
He leans of the wall.
He looks bewildered.
He talks restlessly.
He has all these books.
Grammer, conversation, sentence structure.
He says if he doesn’t learn English he’ll return.
He is an immigrant.
I am his niece!! …
Ellie
Gratitude.
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A wonderful and needed poem dear friend.
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Ellie! This is something to draw attention.
My goodness! How it is to feel when the Soul is not in the body or when it is there and we do not recognise. This is the strange thing that happens. It that what you want to say. Wonderful!
Thanks for sharing this John!
Regards
Shiva
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You are welcome Shiva. She is a amazing writer.
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John! I invite you to my Blog. Right now on top is “State of Meditation”
I hope you will enjoy reading it.
Shiva
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I will check -out now.
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