by Bashful Bear
I bury a duality within me.
In my heart, wholesome American pride
And my lips, the famed phonetic flap t.
I carry luxury, I must confide,
Fond of modernity, Apple and fancy.
Rose-tinted lenses to poverty collide
With the dreamt million dollar destiny.
I carry with me big dreams, true and tried.
Yet, I carry Bharat along; she fits.
In my heart, hopeless Bollywood romance.
And my lips, the slippery trap-bath splits,
Cautious optimism for every circumstance.
And yet, unbalanced can exist neither,
As I cannot exist without either.