As he moves to a new place, new locale
He adopts, adapts, loudly lauds and gloats
About his own place, its people, he laments and loathes
Unaware that inherent traits will forever prevail
He cleverly camouflages his roots, his origin
But never does he become a part of the new herd
For them, he is an intruder, a wander bird,
An immigrant, svelte yet committed to sin
3 comments:
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After a long time... Good one :)
@thomman
Thank you
@വാല്നക്ഷത്രം
Long time indeed! Thank you
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