Expatriate-Jay Basu


It’s wrong

To live away

Never renewing

Never exchanging

Never giving and receiving

Never riding out like a red boy

Never weeping like a green girl

Never having a home, a real home

Never having a place to hang a hat up

Never having two babies

Who would rush at me

Never having children

To clasp my old, aching knees

Never having a bed room

Misted with memories of a bride

Sick of life shut away

Sick at hearts put aside

Sick of belonging nowhere

Sick of hearing from none, so warm

To say ‘Take this handkerchief, darling’

I am sweating so much.

It’s a sultry humid day.

©® JAY BASU APRIL 2024 repost