<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=479873" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lost One</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The smoke from the incense rises</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To envelope me and transport me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Into another reality.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>My body's perfume becomes mingled with</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The exotic fragrances of a fairytale land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cumin, clove, lemon, Corriander, ginger, and garam masala.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I look down and see<br>my feet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shackled with the bell adorned anklets the dancers wore</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see my hands covered with red</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hinnah has left her mark on me</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Out, Out Damned Spot, ' I yell...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Shall I go on and look? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I lift the mirror to see</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Black Kohl adorned eyes staring back at me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>My history, She becomes me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the mirror I see</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A thousand year old reality</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That infused into me and became lost</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She's crying out for her identity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She's been lying dormant hoping I'd see...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Lost in a fog so thick</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She could not see the edge of the cliff</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And fell from the Himalayas</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only to land</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lost in the Americas.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She walks the streets like a madwoman</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dirty, shoeless, callused feet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Drag her into different directions.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her mind can not make up</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who she wants to be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Staring into every face</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She tries to catch a glimpse</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of her lost identity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rabia+Minhas">Rabia Minhas</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=479873" data-title="The Lost One de Rabia Minhas" data-description="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..."></div> </div> </div>

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