Foster Child

Hopping across the brooks running down the Patkai

Pestering Bhaiti reaping his paddy,

Running aimlessly chasing the dragonflies.

The mist on the tea-leaves

Bhaiti’s bamboo shoot rice,

The pretty niece

Well include the first kiss!

My weird accent ,

Taunts at school

They were just plain ignorant..

I was no immigrant.

The cold eyes of Bhaiti,the gun slung across,


Surely its not me they want to oust?

The ouster,the heartache,

The last of the quiet woods

Nightmares,grinning faces,schadenfreude..

A decade of wandering

The cities,the bruises,the closed half-cabin.

The loner nursing his whisky

And the pangs of nostalgia seep in.

A need for belonging and homecoming!

The only place I could call home

To one day go back to a peaceful Ahom.

But the taunts,the cold eyes,

Foster Child

You never were one of her own!

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2 thoughts on “Foster Child

  1. This is good one… loved it… I have spent my live in different different places… b4 I could get to understand the life out there… I had to move to a different place… it was not my choice but was a necessary action with the time…

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