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The Lost One

The smoke from the incense rises

To envelope me and transport me

Into another reality.

My body's perfume becomes mingled with

The exotic fragrances of a fairytale land.

Cumin, clove, lemon, Corriander, ginger, and garam masala.

I look down and see
my feet

Shackled with the bell adorned anklets the dancers wore

I see my hands covered with red

Hinnah has left her mark on me

'Out, Out Damned Spot, ' I yell...

Shall I go on and look?

I lift the mirror to see

Black Kohl adorned eyes staring back at me.

My history, She becomes me

Through the mirror I see

A thousand year old reality

That infused into me and became lost

She's crying out for her identity

She's been lying dormant hoping I'd see...

Lost in a fog so thick

She could not see the edge of the cliff

And fell from the Himalayas

Only to land

Lost in the Americas.

She walks the streets like a madwoman

Dirty, shoeless, callused feet

Drag her into different directions.

Her mind can not make up

Who she wants to be.

Staring into every face

She tries to catch a glimpse

Of her lost identity.

poem by Rabia Minhas
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