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  317.     

This Poem

This poem is me
I am this poem
This poem and I are one!

This poem is in me
I am in this poem
This poem and I are inseparable!

This poem is my identity
I am the identity of this poem
This poem and I are inextricable!

This poem cannot hide from me
I cannot hide from this poem
This poem and I are mutually conspicuous!

This poem cannot run away from me
I cannot run away from this poem
This poem and I only run into each other!

This poem is with me
I am with this poem
We fall together
Together we rise
We are one and the same!
 
Isaac Maliya

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  318.     

The Perfection Of Anonymity

Even in the place where some knew my name
I walked unknown though, occasionally, some would mutter,
some would mouth a whisper:
That's him
and point in the direction.
Here, however, is the perfection of anonymity
for I
not only go without an identity,
I go too without a name.
Here, however, as
I slip through department stores and streets
and get off trains and walk into stations
like a shadow
as one more in the crowd
is the perfection of my anonymity for I not only
go without an identity, I go too without a name.




(from The Migrant - notes of a newcomer (February 1997- July 1998))
 
Raj Arumugam

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  319.     

When I Was Little

when I was little,
I was told who I was:
I was given a name and told of my inheritance;
and in multicultural settings was shown my identity…
this is you, and this is yours, I was told;
and in my turn, I told others who came after me...
but now when I am grown and since free
and when I see within me, I see fear, pleasure, joy and pain
all the feelings and contents and