Across the aisle, sweet grapes
and proud strawberries scream
at me. How dare I reach out
to them and their sentiments!
Next to me lay lychee, longan
and Spanish lime. Foreign, yet
somehow familiar. Why did I sit
beside them? They never knew.
Even amongst the common oranges
I feel the sting of their citrus
and migrate towards the pears.
How bland and miserable they are.
Third Culture Kid by Harsh Ramchandani won third prize in the Sentinel Literary Quarterly Poetry Competition (November 2018) judged by Dominic James.