Pages From My Travelogue

By Sini Jose

Having 

No ID-card

No passport

No address proof

No ownership certificate

No paper to prove possession

No clan membership

No citizenzhip document

To sound 

My way of existence, 

To support my claim

To be the beloved

In this forbidden tale. 

I, the wandering nomad, 

The asylum seeker

The best thing

I can look for is 

An immigrant declaration

And an A- class refugee certificate

The only possible choice  

To enact my claim of survival

In this alien land.

Me, with all my surplus knowledge

Of my history lessons 

Got muddled with fictional histories

Strive hard to navigate 

My way out of this strange geography

Where roads are so rare

Pathways are very narrow

Streets, very much foreign 

Ways to the inner city 

Is muddy and baffling.

By Sini Jose