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The Lost Key

-Suganya

I made a contract with the devil when I walked into this country.

The devil was so generous that

It offered me more money,

Corner office with sea view,

Everything around the world at my doorstep,

Grass fed beef to Teslas and

Much more luxuries.

And all of the freedom in the World.

In all temptations, we looked at

What the devil offered and not

What we are going to lose.

The devil looked like

something terrifying

Yet beautiful than the

Fallen angels

At my home.

So I willfully

Took a bite of the Apple.

When the Apple was in my throat,

The devil handed me the pen

And the pact reads,

“You cannot leave this place as you want.

But,

I will send you out whenever I feel as needed.

You children will be born in this land.

But,

Their heart will break and bleed

When they try

To belong here.

Your mouth cannot talk about the history of this land,
Or the richness of the soil in your home.
You need to remember to
Lock your home deep down your stomach.
And
You will die aching for it.”

By the time the devil is done
I see my thumb print on the pact.

We’ve crossed the seas, and
Opened the doorways to opportunities.
With the ticking clock
Around our neck,
We set our footprints
On this Foreign land
Where no one knows our names.

All the changes, even the most wanted ones
Have their own melancholy.
For what we leave behind us is
A part of ourselves.

We’ve come a long way from the umbilical cord, but it’s still connected with our hearts.

We soon found
We do not belong here.

And we cannot go back there.
We weaved our own dream web, just to find that,
We become the prey, ourselves.

This is the price we’re paying for being in the dreamland.

They call us dreamers
But,
We are the ones
Who doesn’t get to sleep.

I’m not being bitter
As my gains weighs equal
To all the things I miss.

We need a greater strength
To hold the two continents in our bodies.
But,
Never enough for both.
And we might not be whole again.

Hope someday,
We will accept our freedom
Of being here as aliens
Or I hope
We will find our solace
In the airport’s lounge. 

We will make peace with ourselves someday.
Happy 4th. ❤


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