Immigrant and his child

My dad was an immigrant, 

And, he was a champ, 

My dad was an immigrant, 

He would work hard day and night, 

He would do all the odds to keep us happy, 

My dad was an immigrant, 

He would do hell lots of part-times, 

My dad was an immigrant, 

He was a hard working man, an engineer- he would experiment with colors and paints but he was an immigrant- it was so hard for him to raise a family, but he would provide us with all kinds of amenities he could ever dream of, 

My dad was an immigrant,  

He would work so hard- Day and night, 

He would build a house, a car and a stable business, 

But, My dad was an immigrant and he couldn’t last, 

Hard toils broke him, 

He couldn’t enjoy the wealth, 

He left us, 

He left the world, 

He left us behind without enjoying the life, 

My father was an immigrant, 

He couldn't afford any pleasure securing our future, 

My dad swallowed his dignity to build our life, 

My father worked so hard - day and night until he lost his lungs to all the lost times, 

He would hide his pain, 

He would hide his fatigue, 

I remember he couldn’t sleep,

Cause, my dad was an immigrant and I feel so proud of him,

My father was a provider, 

And, all we could become a divider, 

My father was an all-rounder, 

But, all we could become a looser, 

My father was not an authority and 

We didn’t show him any scrutiny, 

My father was a brave immigrant 

And, we lost him to destiny, 

What a pity!  What a pity! 

My father was an immigrant and we are his proudest children, 

We can't forget you daddy, 

You meant everything to me! 

So, here I declare-

I am an immigrant's child! 

My father was not an outsider, 

My father was not a slave, 

My father was a hard working immigrant and I am his proudest child!

©‌® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy

Circa: 2023, Rokeya Hall, DU