Poems about Immigration

Some Soup

Fine Ingredients cannot hide from a soup resturant quality, and character hide within

I am the Great Bambino, No wait the Great Bamboozled,

In the lap of Himalayan it lies still I remmember when I close my eyes because of the melodious voice of reven

Pursuit to gratification rises all the time. Subconscious mind always over me,

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation

Foreigner

The billows dashed against the sky,

I was crying all the time, She couldn’t be there for me.

In the lap of Himalayan range it lies, still I remember when I close my eyes .

LIFE

when I think of the word "Life", I think of a flower. The seed gets planted, gets water and get shine on by the Earth`s light.

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