27/11/2025
Everyone asks me, “Are you citizen?”
With a quiet smile I say, “No, I’m an immigrant.”
I came here with a suitcase full of borrowed dreams,
Hoping I could make my family’s 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 stranger’s song.
Everyone comes here with a shining dream,
To make their family’s life softer than it’s been.
But who can feel this quiet heavy rain,
The empty bed, the secret pain?
No father’s hand to hold when he feels weak,
No mother’s 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