Jackson Heights MAG

July 23, 2009
By Rabaya GOLD, Jamaica, New York
Rabaya GOLD, Jamaica, New York
17 articles 0 photos 18 comments

My native blood runs
along with the rush of wind
carrying the aroma of biryani and curry
the colors of the saris
bring out the vibrant rainbows
as the women walk
while their children whine
for a lick of kulfi
and the husbands bargain and argue
over the price of gold

As dusk arrives, the traffic swiftly grows
I hear the ripples of my tongue all around
the sweet sound of a hummingbird's music
when twilight approaches
my parents, brothers, sisters, aunts, and uncles
all go back to their own nests
as do I

Deep into the night
I hear the rustling of the leaves
the swaying of the trees
their whispers calling me back once again
and that night I dream
I dream of my beautiful country, Bangladesh,
which also lies in a little place I found
my home New York City


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on Jun. 27 2010 at 7:10 am
TanazMasaba GOLD, Dhaka, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,
Love like you'll never be hurt,
Sing like there's nobody listening,
And live like it's Heaven on Earth."













---William W. Purkey

im a Bengali and I loved the way you wrote this poem. Do you come home often? And dont you just love the 14th of April-- Pahela Boishakh?

on Aug. 5 2009 at 10:03 pm
SilverDawn GOLD, Burnaby, Other
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wow, that was awesome! your vivid descriptions and patriotism are admirable. i do hope you keep writing. i'd love to read more from you! (:


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