Homeland
is not a piece of territory
not something fixed
and rooted in geography
it is portable and
we carry it with us
wherever we go
it is the essence of
our homeland which blooms
in our hearts.
history not necessarily
moves forward
Sometimes it moves in circles
and sometimes
it even moves backwards
we commit the same mistakes
in same ways
generation after generation
history will keep repeating itself
till we learn the much needed lessons
life teaches history and
geography differently
than what was taught in school
there we are taught how to read
and write, how to memorise
for getting good grades
for good careers
then we go out in the world
to fend for ourselves
hopelessly ill equipped
what a waste formal education is.
A beautiful,reflective,panoramic perspective on what constitutes ”homeland.”I loved the last line in particular.
Beautiful depicton of the homeland ends strikingly. A harbinger of change in the education system. Loved reading the poem!
Home is where the heart is and learning is what is left when education ends . The poet’s assertions seem to come from a disconcertingly close view of academia.