I am an alien in a foreign land,
Away from family and familiar sand.
I am awed  by the beauty of this place,
Learning their language and try to find some solace.
Though the sky and the water looks the same,
I can't call it as my own and not for me to claim.
I can feel the colour of the skin is different,
It is apparent so much, though it is irrelevant.
We all need food and air in the end,
In hunger the colour eventually blend.
Soon I will find a humble abode,
Till then I have to continue on the road.
The questions that brought me so far,
I hope to find the answers in southern star...