I left you, the land of my birth
With an endless ache
I was dedicated to your alleys
And to the fields of sugarcane and rice,
The red clay and the coconut palms
And the melody of the songs
Sung by women, bent double
Ankle deep picking rice–
I hear those melodies even today!
Now in a different land, with
Different laws, for different people
Power rests with the wealthy and the white.
Jungles of concrete and steel–
I wonder at the days I’ve spent
Away from the simple life of my other land!
Sometimes through laughter
At times through tears
My heart has called out
To the pictures of my land and home
Fulfilled all demands of desire
Kindled every pain and cared for every sorrow.
Today, here in this land
I have no regrets over this love or that,
My heart is patient and carries all the stigma