Radhika
Sajja Chandrasekar is an
optometrist & social media enthusiast who enjoys expressing her thoughts
through poetry. Currently, she is a stay at home mother in the
Houston area to her 2 young sons.
This is not the country of
my origin
But it is my home, and the
place I belong in.
Just like the outfit I’m
wearin’
I’m both Indian &
American.
To pretend I’m just one or
the other would just be a sin.
It’s just how I’ve always
felt within
How much of each I am would
be just too hard to pin.
Red, white, & blue along
with some Desi bling
It’s the only way my heart
can truly sing
To my ears, that has a nice
sounding ring
Only being one without the
other
Would be like a bird without
a wing
A playground without a swing
A meal without a spicy zing
Yes, being raised in 2
cultures is a beautiful thing
This Monday morn
I’m looking back at the 2
people
responsible for me being born
In the 70’s, they left their
country & own families probably feeling a bit torn...
For a dream for a better life
in a new land bourn
Fear of all that they knew...their
culture shorn
Worries about racism,
criticism, or scorn
But with coats of courage,
hard work, and determination they had worn
To make life in this new
country a success they would have sworn.
Even when times may have seen
forlorn,
they persevered through each
and every thorn.
Ultimately settling in a home
next to a field of corn.
In this home, they raised me
in the Desi-ness I know adorn.
They no longer their
Motherland mourn
For they along with many
others helped create an unicorn...
A blend of the best of 2
worlds...a notion before unborn.
Sitting here reminiscing in
the land of the longhorn,
I can’t help but toot my own
horn
As their daughter, their
first born
To say my parents are truly
the best... with hearts filled with love so uncontained...
A feeling that’s just
airborne!
