by Simran Pandey
the day she stepped down from the airplane,
the day she embarked upon her new journey,
was the day she gave up everything she once had:
her freedom, her family, her culture, her life.
yet she set forth, for love, for
her future kids, for their kids--
not for herself. never for herself.
selfless she remains, an idol to me.
now, as i watch her sigh slowly in the mornings,
drinking a cup of chai to connect with her home,
i wonder if she has any regrets as the changes in her life
inure her to the paradox that is life
i watch quietly as she laughs loudly,
her laughter a mask for the sadness
that hides deep within her, hurting her
day after day: there is no remedy
i wonder about her choices; why choose
to suffer quietly while the people
around you live a life that
is as mellifluous as a bird’s song
i see her everyday, watch her, look on,
admiring her selflessness that shows
off her beautiful languor,
ripping her away from the home she always knew.
if there was
i would rip apart the earth
to give it to her.
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