It’s a day meant to be,
With your parents,With your siblings,
It’s a day meant to be in the house you grew up.
Having a feast together with the best fish dishes,
Wearing your finest clothes and jewelery,
Celebrating your origin,
A day filled with love and laughter.
Stepping out from the house,
Filled with dreams in your eyes,
You never knew,
How much this day would mean to you.
Staying so far away,
Across oceans and mountains,
You are thankful for the wishes and celebrations with the family you have found,
And yet you feel the void.
Missing and longing to be in the place you were born,
To celebrate this special day,
Another year passes by,
And yet you stay hopeful to make it some other year.
An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.