I returned to the native
To spend the rest of my life
With the same warmth
And with the same anguish
With which I had once left.
Everything looked alien.
No one is known
To no one am I known.
A fish felt out of water
When it returned to water
02.01.2003
Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-fish-out-of-water-in-water/
