27/11/2025
Everyone asks me, âAre you citizen?â
With a quiet smile I say, âNo, Iâm an immigrant.â
I came here with a suitcase full of borrowed dreams,
Hoping I could make my familyâs future shine and gleam.
They see my clothes, they see my face,
But not the nights I cry in this faraway place.
They see my work, they see my hand,
But not the way my heart still lives in my own land.
I am an immigrant, walking between two skies,
One for my future, one where my childhood lies.
I carry my people in the beat of my heart,
Living in pieces, worlds torn apart.
I smile for my parents on a small phone screen,
Hiding all the tears that fall in between.
I am an immigrant, trying to stay strong,
Writing my story in a strangerâs song.
Everyone comes here with a shining dream,
To make their familyâs life softer than itâs been.
But who can feel this quiet heavy rain,
The empty bed, the secret pain?
No fatherâs hand to hold when he feels weak,
No motherâs smile to kiss on her tired cheek.
Relatives grow older while I stand in line,
Counting every border like a broken rhyme.
Lyrics: Shamser Sarder