While your body
Stands at the shore of your past
Your yearnings take a flightful dive
To the depths and contours
Of the land of your mother’s mother
As the perpetual identity puts to rest
The juxtaposed questions
At the right angle of your confusion
You have always seemed
To be swimming up-stream
With the diligence of a mad woman
Catching flies in midair
Your fears are buried in the still waters
Only to resurface
With the floods
A constant wanderer
Always at the beginning
Of complete circles
You smell the winds
Before they have blown the house of cards
Where you have taken refugee
Reminding you of the oath
Your poetic heart pledges your destiny too
You have kept us all
Gasping for air
As you ride the tornado
To your metamorphosised self
You have knocked yourself
Against the shadows of doubt
As you search
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