Vishal Dutia

When my brain implodes, my Irish heart explodes,
Emotions and thoughts, like fireworks, they unload.
Memories of my culture, my identity, my heritage,
Passion and energy, they surge and they ravage.

Overwhelmed by the intensity, I seek release,
Freedom from the chaos, a moment of peace.
So I turn to poetry, to rhyme and to verse,
To express the explosion, to make it less terse.

My Irish heart beats with a rhythm so strong,
It’s the beat of my ancestors, the beat of their song.
It’s the fire in my soul, the spark in my eye,
It’s the reason I live, the reason I try.

So when my brain implodes, and my Irish heart explodes,
I embrace the energy, I let it unfold.
For it’s a part of who I am, it’s a part of my fate,
And I wouldn’t have it any other way, it’s simply great.