Old expatriate
Far away from home, alone
Every morning, fear
Separation wide
Technology builds bridges
News flow instantly
Every dawn new fear
Instant message, news of loss
Dead, lost someone dear
Mind flies away fast
Limp body outwardly calm, lies
Heart weeps silently
Memories disturb
Silent tears flow unseen
Loneliness company
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Author: pranabaxom
Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.
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Oh an Old Expatriate’s tears explained so well…
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Shiva
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Thanks for understanding.
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Sorry for the trials you are enduring. Poetry is a great way to work through things. 🙂
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Yes, it is.
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I cry silently..and no1 can see..
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Thank you and thanks for visiting.
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