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And the journey begins !


Visa Stamping Done, the dream to come to America was finally turning a reality,
I met everyone, felicitations done, bags packed,
This was more than what you do during someone's marriage,
Just before stepping out of the house, I remembered, I had to talk more with my Loved ones,

Dreams were waiting outside, but the world that cares for you was staying back home,
To achieve my dream I will need to leave all this ?
When will I get to play in the verandah outside my house ?
The weight of my tears have become more heavier than the weight of my dreams,
Felt a 1000 times that I don't want to go to America,

All my friends were there at the airport,
Never before I had "photos" in my pants,
Laughing talking with everyone it was fun,
But in all the glitz of the airport I was still alone,
Then it was time to turn back and go,
There was a small tear in my father's eye,
It told a lot,
You are going across seven seas, you are going to land of prosperity,
While climbing up the peak of success
Don't worry about things back home but don't forget to write a letter,

One eye has that proud feeling and other has concern,
We will miss you on the morning Uttarayna,
You may absorb the western culture,
But don't loose your footing and don't forget your culture,
You will get a lot to eat on the flight,
But don't forget there are 'theplaas' for you in the corner of the bag,

Friends ask me what do you miss, How should I tell them what I miss ?
I got out on the 1st ball in the finals in school,
I deliberately fought in the Ganpati mandav,
Had a lot of fun in the final year party,
The delicious meal that my mother makes for me,
How should I tell what I miss?

Looking at the culture here I am shocked and surprised,
But the people of this country also look for satisfaction,
Looking at the American born Punjabis and Gujratis born here makes crazy,
But I also feel pity for the English speaking marathis too,
You have old friends here, but really you never have new friends here,

The solution for all Math problems is always zero here,
Thats why I feel I don't want all this,
I feel I must go back and stay in India with my people,
Eat the kachori of pyarelal, sevusal of Mahakali ...

To win the sky I left my land,
But the sky is as high as it was back home,
And I now I don't have land below my feet,
Neither I am a crow nor swan…
Now am in the middle of the sky without any support, without any support …

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