Few of my million daily thoughts, stories, and poems survive the battles in my head and make it to this blog.
Help me give them a louder voice.
(All poems are written by me, you can call me Zee)
A thanks to Earth,
Immigrant I thought I had left my home
Here to a new place where I did not belong
But as I saw the moon I did not feel so alone
Comforted by what I knew, I stared into space
The clouds looked familiar
And between the cracks of grey sky I found my place
The stars knew me and the sun could relate
Then I understood
The earth is vast and it does not discriminate
(By me, July 2016)
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee