Me roaring here in Exile!
For crossing over the Ocean
With the mound of Dreams of my Own!
And on behalf of many from the Motherland
Albeit my Settlement in the Distant land!
Making me ashamed to face her Expectations
To become the Voices for the Voiceless!
But in the land of Distant and Cold!
I am lost inside the Foam of Snow
My own Voice has Disappeared!
Struggling with Authority of Own
Instead to voice those from Motherland!
I contemplate her Anger and Temperament
As the Stormy Waves in the Ocean!
Yet her Unique Ability to be Vigilant
With little eye far from the Sea
Her Maternal Insticts rather call me home!
In the small hut surrounded by Mountains and Rivers
My Motherland is surely not Pathetic
Though she has cried enough for my Potency!
