P finds his place…
Reblogging this post that was previously published for a daily prompt as it is relevant to the theme “finding your place“.
From India P flew to New Zealand,
Looking for a better life;
Endured the cold in the south, but
Earthquakes shook his sanity.
Ferrying across the Tasman he then
Landed down in Australia;
Emus and roos were endearing,
Employment, though, was hard to find.
Friends and foes suggested he
Left for a share of the American Pie;
Excitedly he flew to the United States but
Entry was denied, Immigration threw him out.
Fleeing to India he found his place;
Losing itchy feet and all bravado,
Eventually he progressed so spiritually;
Everything, he now believes, was simply meant to be.