Scattered Heritage

Scattered and fragmented is the heritage
Of the NRI diasporas around all sects & age
They carry a burden of alienated patronage
In a country that’s perhaps not a lineage
Their patriotism divided, sometimes confided
Their roots too oft times appear segregated
Their pride along with hatred emerges influenced
When their Nation is mentioned, emotions submerged
Living in a foreign country, that appears very own
Perhaps their place of birth or where they have grown
The seeds of legacy from dual nations are sown
As per their moods, their pride or prejudice is blown
Trying to sound superior to the folks back home
Their identity speaks of the adopted country as home
Yet, claiming proud attachments to Mother India
When it’s Independence or the Republic Day of India
Feeling patriotic towards their own or a parental motherland,
When visiting India, a thousand & one reasons for trip to extend
Yet, poking fun of the conditions such as dirt or scarcity
Their confused minds owe allegiance to India’s popularity.
Their Holi, Diwali and Raksha Bandhan add a twist,
Each festival churns to it’s own country’s tryst
They differ yet they are vital to their own culture
In far away lands enjoying fruits of Indian agriculture.
Their Mithais and pickles are their daily norms
The spices and flavors Indian in various forms
The Daal Baati’s, Dosa Idli’s, Pav Bhaji’s and Dum Aloo’s
Blend the desi patriotism through diet reforms
Bound by traditions and the Indian family pride,
In their own resident status & religious abide
They form their own Indian societies & functions
Hoping the generations shall marry Indian grooms & brides .
The heritage in hearts somewhat scattered,
The diction of mother tongue accent smothered
Taking pride & identity of their country of origin
Yet, feeling every bit a Kenyan, European or American.
Holding on to reigns of several nations traditions,
Addicted to mannerisms & food of varied affiliations
Yet, the belonging to the two countries emerges
The dispersed legacy of two abodes just mingles.
This truth is a battle raging inside many, which keeps them rootless… voicing a need to claim the Motherland, but like the wife of Lot… looking earnestly back at the Otherland… clawing up a mountain made of mental glass… thus sliding with much of their progeny into an abyss of despair…
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