About the Poem
I wrote this poem to give expression to my sense of being caught between two worlds - the U.S. and Bangladesh. What I feel is a sense of perpetual movement, as though, having left home (11 years ago) I have become a perpetual wanderer coming in touch with, but never quite absorbed into, or finding a destination in the cultural and social atmospheres of two different worlds.
Moving |
| by S. Selina Jamil |
| Yesterday I left home miles and miles away, now I'm forever moving, becoming agitated fingers plunging in and out of drawers, forever snapping suitcases and taping or tearing boxes; moving along like a coffee-stained road map, tearing at the folds and dividing the lines of division; moving in an awkward daze, straitjacketed in blue jeans and bandaged in silk saris; moving between two worlds rushing by in photographs and souvenirs; moving between bleary images fading like the shadow of a dancer's frock vanishing behind the curtain; now I'm forever moving, like a manuscript in transit shuttling between publisher and author. |
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2 Visitor Comments
Susan
It sounds like life.
John
Very nice poem. You are very talented.
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