city poem- hoshi
Almost home
In this looming grey city
Woven with concrete path
Lands stitched together
Brick by brick
There exist
A little corner
A little land
And many people
Not tied together by language
Nor by ones country
But by the face
A face so similar
That a walk
through this little Tibet colony
Is a walk, almost home.
Hoshi!
ReplyDeleteThe beginning of the poem is captivating as it convinces a reader that a major action is going to happen in the text.
To me the last second stanza of the poem reflects how the world shrinks as we become an outsider in some place. The linguistic, cultural identity associated with ones community blurs in the city, yet some similarities are enough to form new bonds. Like in India, we have our linguistic, regional, cultural, religious, identities; but as we take a step beyond the country we become just an Indian, and latter just an Asian. As you have said in the poem, humanly bonds can be formed beyond borders of language, country; some similarities in physical or cultural features can make one feel almost home, in an unknown place.
Simplicity of language marries with depth of emotion (one may feel in city), in your poem.
Thanks for the feedback
DeleteAnother good one. Not much story and words but a precise locality depicted in the poem. I wonder that must be the way to your home..
ReplyDeleteHey Hoshi! Your poem has conveyed a great deal- unlikely friendships, association of body with identity, sense of belonging (and much more)- with a real economy of words. It's an apt example of how an entire poem can function as a metaphor. I could write longs paras in order to gauge the depth and expanse of what you have very lyrically put into wisely chosen words. Well done!
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