by vivekanand Jha
O native born U.S. citizens
Listen the story of my disintegration
From my society, parents and nation
For them my soul was above my station
Now I am an entity of outstation.
I left the temple in the lurch
Took shelter in the church
I don’t know I harvest the crop
Of which incrimination
And bear the brunt of racial discrimination.
I took a quantum leap
When for US, I was on maiden trip
Bartered reality with fantasy
Now I pay the price of ecstasy.
Fact and fabrication are two things distinct
Natural citizens have innate instinct
Naturalized citizen have rights artificial
As to hide ugliness, lady uses the facial.
Heart suffers from perennial palpitation
What happens if I have to face denaturalization
Whether mistakes committed
Are inadvertent or deliberate
Results in cancellation of
Sense of insecurity always haunts
When wave of identity mounts
With difference in atmospheric pressure
Of the Eastern and the Western.