Snow

Midnight December 2008: 

Awakened 

The cool air filled with emotions

A white blanket covered the dried brown grass

contrasting the humid, damp, scorching heat of Bangladesh

 

Snow 

It fell from the sky onto my small hands for the first time

A frozen flake melting, leaving a small drop of water on my hand

 

Water

Miles of water, I traveled to become who I am now

 

         A person

I am a person being subtracted from 164.7 million 

and added to the 325.7 million 

 

I am also a snowflake landing on new soil like 

an airplane landing on a runway

 

I land in a new country 

to be known as an 

       Immigrant 

  

This poem is about: 
Me

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