It feels as though echo, perhaps a recurring dream
I walked with you towards Golden City of the East.
Oh blood of my blood, let me souse in culture, art,
heritage, test depth of Gomti river ‘neath my feet.
Emotions are as dandelions blowing in the wind,
I, beneath oh rage of sky heard alone your voice.
We bid farewell to thoughts of safe, sweet home,
drank from mug that swirled with fear and hope.
I blinked and felt oh light of present evening sun,
surrounded by friendly faces of varying race and
creed. Time, is a faithful counselor, which acts as
a reminder, confirming that its nature is not one
that stays; often today is shadowed by tomorrow.
Process note: This poem was written along theme of heritage. Though I have never been to Lucknow, India I found that my paternal grandparents resided until partition 1947 when they migrated to Karachi, Pakistan. As I was preparing to write I figured that the best way would be to present the poem via a dream sequence.. in which I could express my longing to know more about them and their roots.. and express their emotions on how they must have felt while migrating. Then I end the poem by depicting myself (snapping out of my reverie) into present day in K.L.
Photo credits: More Sky
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