My Ocean's Echo, My Soul's Own Home

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Across the azure spread, my childhood ocean lay,
To shores of spice, where ancient memories sway.
A gentle voyage, from a world once bright,
My Cochin home, now a distant, fading light.

In sunlit streets, where history softly slept,
My heritage forged, the quiet vows we kept.
A Cochin daughter, with grace in every line,
I found my peace, a light that felt divine.
From ancient days, though fires burned afar,
No malice touched us, no lasting, cruel scar.
Anti-Semitism's venomous, bitter art,
Could never pierce my sheltered, beating heart.

Yet in my essence, a shimmering, tender gleam,
A living truth, a fragile, vibrant dream.
With unwavering faith, my solitary star,
I rose, not broken, from scars I knew afar.
In shadows deep, where quiet sorrows held their sway,
My spirit's might, made every broken piece whole one day.
My inventive mind, a quiet, inner flame,
Shaping my path, whispering my family's name.
The whispered Kaddish, a solace, soft and low,
For lives remembered, roots that deeply grow.

Through wandering times, a truth my elders knew,
In India's embrace, our gentle haven grew.
Where ancient peace welcomed every creed,
A sanctuary given, fulfilling every need.
Yet in my heart, a sacred longing gleams,
For Promised Lands, woven through all my dreams.
Its ancient glory called, a heritage so deep,
A love for Zion, my soul could only keep.

From ashes of old, my spirit takes its flight,
Transforming sorrow into a quiet, hopeful light.
For in the depths of pain, a wisdom softly grew,
A profound understanding, tender and so true.
A tapestry of lives, in quiet courage spun,
My personal journey, bravely, nobly run.
Though shadows cling, and new battles fiercely rise,
For kin and homeland, beneath these warring skies.
Against terror's grip, my people stand so tall,
A fervent love of land answering freedom's call.

Unity forged in trials, sharp and keenly felt,
My voice, though quiet, where my truths have dwelt.
A world that learns, with reverence understands,
The strength within these trembling, steadfast hands.
May love and peace, a triumph in the night,
Bring forth a dawn of universal, human right.
For every soul, in struggle's crucible cast,
Emerges stronger, built to ever last.
In my own life, a victory I embrace,
And find my glory in time, and endless grace.

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