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Wednesday, March 12, 2008


I watch myself move
From place to place, leaving footprints
That gradually disappear
Languages - learned and unlearned
In a span of 43 years,
Leaving only images
In the form of memories and of old photos.
And even those images fade, lost
Somewhere between my growing up
From a child to this quiet wary adult
Tired of being redefined
Tired of dropping one identity after another
Losing my originality and shine