An evocative poem about rootlessness and exclusion that an alien feels, by Elsy, exclusively for Different Truths.

The tense loneliness
of the long-distance runner,
he alone feels!

The heavy loneliness
of the long-distance land,
the emigrant alone feels!

Had not the wings been clipped
by space beyond embrace,
one would have flown
to climes warm,
where the hearths keep the warmth
and hearts keep the beams!

Then by the power of sheer will
would have flown back
to voluntary exile
enfolding the sun and smiles.

The new land abounds in its plenty
with its own cornucopia,
yet at times
one feels an alien to oneself!

©Elsy Satheesan

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