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Immigration

My heart is just too big for anyone to handle ,
So you must handle it in small sections,
Take pieces one by one with dedication,
Don't drop my pieces in subjugation.
Do you feel comfortable snuggled in cracks?
Does it make you feel better for things you lack?
You peek for my flaws behind my back,
But I stand behind you without any slack.
Your brokenness only increases my affection ,
Make your heart big for larger accommodation,
Collect all the shards and create a space for a monument,
Accept all the cracks and fill them with a solution.
We should have left the city of moths to its destiny,
And written a new chapter beginning history,
Should sail the green seas of the rising east,
Not become a part of immigration to feast.

Melting Sun

Where once lovers sat in melting Sun,
Now dry leaves cover in crispy piles,
And eddies from an Autumn sky,
Swirling softly in twilight's refrain.

Any square foot of Earth is worth,
More than all the snow-white Moon,
Why, this spot on which they stood,
Crammed with crowded memory's hood.

Who walked this path tracing steps
And lingered long on this road ahead ?
Like all lovers stroll into distant haze,
Their shadows gone of days they led.

But I like to think a spark remains,
Of timeless kind when they held,
Each other's hand through thick and thin,
Chill wind blew and Spring withheld.

@Jyotirmaya Thakur

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