Third Culture Kid



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.




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