“Welcome”by Sadhu Binning

I often speakto the grassthe treesand the riverthey never tell meI wasn’t welcome I’ve heard the windchatting with leavesnot once a note of hatredthe raid and the snowtouch me on the shouldersas many other friends dothe birds come every morningand sing outside my windowwelcoming me to a new place a new daywhy weren’t they consultedwhen the decision was madeto send my Komagata Maru away