I could have grown up anywhere,
could have been just like you,
only, I could only be me,
until I realized that fact,
little could be done to help me,
despite how much everyone tried,
however much they tried,
as much as they loved me,
very, very much, so they said,
everyone had to disappear,
great was the sorrow in my heart,
raised in a beach town, Paradise,
only my ancestors knew otherwise,
wise in old age, they were all dead,
no one at all could help me now,
under these circumstances, I suffered,
pretending Paradise was great,
after I turned fifty, I knew I may never return,
never see the land of my birth,
yet, I could have been born...
where, anywhere, to anyone,
however, I would still be me,
even though, I could have been just like you,
really, it doesn't matter who I am,
even though, long ago, I was born a Goan.
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