Days of the Homeless
A poem from the early days of my migration to Michigan from Dhaka
In my days of leaving home
I found this place, so quiet!
Yet, noises took over my senses every time
and I was left with
the chaos of my belongings
and the chaos of my mind.
In my days of finding home,
a maple tree I met
full and fiery red
and now it was half empty.
One day, I went close, to make friends.
And it offered calmness as if,
it knew, I was there, with
the chaos of my belongings
and the chaos of my mind.
In my days of missing home
I, for the first time, was aware,
I was here.
And the quiet, the giant
was here as well.
It’s funny because,
because of what happened after!
The wind blew and made the leaves dance
and just like they show, in Bollywood movies,
an old leaf fell on my forehead and I could tell,
it happened on earth before.
About the Creator
Homayra Adiba
Homayra Adiba is was born in Dhaka, Bangladesh and currently living in Michigan. As an immigrant, minimalist, minimum wage worker and an artist, she delves into research and art to tell stories of social justice.
https://www.homayraadiba.com
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