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I have been away for long,

Away from the land where I belong,

Because your home is more beautiful than mine,

Because it gives me the oppurtunity to shine,

In my chosen field.

Because it fulfils my every need

So i stay here, but i live not.

My homeland is a poor place,

Where everyone is caught in the rat race.

It isnt beautiful to behold,

But it is warm, not cold.

It fulfils only my need for meals

And I only know it feels

Like home to me.

When you tell me what I already know,

That it has been a long time and that I should go,

I am offended.

My reasons for staying here defended,

Why shouldn't I want the best?

I came at your behest,

But now I am unwelcome.

If you were in my place,

And sharing our rat race,

You would be at home with me

That is the way I think it should be

With me too, but maybe I am wrong.

Maybe I should have stayed where I belong

And never gone away.

However beautiful your land might be,

However benevolent and free,

With clean roads and fences mended,

And even the poor, well tended,

I will always stay,

Whatever anyone may say,

A stranger in a strange land.

Shefali Chatterjee

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