The Pariah

Pariahs in homeland,
Don’t have luxuries;
To live with what was their clan,
To sweat and toil towards an adopted land.
Giving up native fringes to alight,
In the company of a convivial next door.

A tyranny unleashed,
By collaborated prejudice.
To blind minds these monsters feed,
Hopes of a virtual self-
Of illusory offers,
‘Our language, our land,
‘Our!’ they scream,
Stifling a weak moan,
Of the one who mistook
A neighbor to be his own.

A weakling now,
The settler is seldom heard.
For all the sunshine he basked in,
Fun and frolic that ever embraced him,
His life and love now curtailed;
And at every sundown,
A pariah he still remains.

Divya Rao
(Feb 16, 2008)

*Pariah: outsider
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An ode to those hearts that ache for the land they live in, much more than the land they were born into, but still face prejudicial reprisal for their existence.