Cities
changed their wings, broke mine and sent me
Home
changed hands, fixed mine and sent me to the
Hills
changed people, beyond recognition, and sent me
Back
where nothing has changed, everything is warm,
Arms
wrap themselves around me, but I remember how to
Breathe
the old Karkhana air, the green air of the mountains
Where
my soul will fly back on the back of a Hornbill
When
my body is done with this devastating city
Which
pulls me back whole, my weak hand, my strong one
Dying
to leave, but still
Living
in a changed city, changed people, changed air, changed arms
Born
free, but everywhere,
Changed.
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3 comments:
This is wonderful. You are truly talented...
this is good and terrifying anoopa. you are a rock star.
Thank you both. Rather belatedly, of course. I'm coming back here after really long. :)
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