"Have you been to England, America?" -- potbellied man from the train, The Namesake, Jhumpa Lahiri
once,
once I traveled to America
a fetus, a born-babe
grew to dream of Britain
of the Beatles, the Tower of London
the terror of everything I met here
more, of what I didn't
drove me inside myself
I fought to reach her outstretched hand
to embrace her sweet grace
and now, I am leaving
only 3 decades left, probably, no more
you would think that's enough
you don't know how tepid this slow, mild turtle
I have so many places to visit yet
the terror drives me inside
she teaches me
to reach for my dream
inside this dream
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