Poem of an Immigrant — by Raj Asava

Oh my dear America
You will always be my first love
You gave me the spirit and wings
And let me fly, free, like a dove


It is on this great land I learned
To stand on my own two feet
Each time I fell you helped me, held me,
And encouraged me to repeat

I used to be a bookworm, focused on just one subject,
Life was such a bore
You made me a whole person, opened up new dimensions to life,
And allowed me to explore

Now I wake up with a dream, stop to smell the roses,
And watch the sun set in the infinity
You see, even in the toughest of time, this is the land
That offers everyone some opportunity

You opened your arms, took me in,
Regardless of my religion and belief
Did not discriminate, trusted me, and helped me grow
From an Indian to a Chief

I received from you without even asking
My honor, dignity and an identity
Some say I have become a mere number, to them I say,
You are wrong; I am but a proud American

Everyone, world over, wants to be here,
Or aspires to be like you
Yet there are those few who get their kicks
By throwing at our President, their shoe

It hurts me to see you cry when some of your children
Made off with innocents’ life savings
Money will be replaced; time will heal the hurt,
But it is a shame they are dragging this country to ruins

Now it is time for me to step up and be
The responsible son you raised
As we go through these challenging times, it is for me,
Through action, show how much I care

It is on this soil I welcomed
The apples of my eyes
All I wish for now, my journey ends on this great land,
Here is where I say, my final good byes

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