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The Migration
A beautiful interpretation,
For sweet and lovely dreams
First time when I migrated
To a city of lights and glamour
I left my village, dear ones
Friends and customary surroundings
I experienced and felt
I became broken
The first incident that happened
As my body collapsed onto me
Turning into worst and dust
I stayed rebuilding myself
I keep writing, my life
Then happened that
As such Tit for Tat
I adopted another migration
That time, I left my homeland
My language, my culture
I drew distance between my values
I became gravely broken
I lost my identity and myself
Feeling as, neither here nor there
Now the final migration will be
A migration of the soul
The interpretation of lovely dreams
What will be over there?
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