Poem
Tabish Khair
Immigrant
Immigrant
Immigrant
It hurts to walk on new legs:The curse of consonants, the wobble of vowels.
And you for whom I gave up a kingdom
Can never love that thing I was.
When you look into my past
You see
Only
Weeds and scales.
Once I had a voice.
Now I have legs.
Sometimes I wonder
Was it fair trade?
© 2010, Tabish Khair
From: Man of Glass
Publisher: Harper Collins, New Delhi
From: Man of Glass
Publisher: Harper Collins, New Delhi
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Immigrant
It hurts to walk on new legs:The curse of consonants, the wobble of vowels.
And you for whom I gave up a kingdom
Can never love that thing I was.
When you look into my past
You see
Only
Weeds and scales.
Once I had a voice.
Now I have legs.
Sometimes I wonder
Was it fair trade?
From: Man of Glass
Immigrant
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