Identities Poem by Udita Garg

mixed roots
in mixed soil
no one knows
unspoiled or not
but touched for sure
no traces for pure
a little lingering desire
a half burnt fire
to know the origins
un-corrupted
by versions of stories.

are stories true?
or perhaps histories?
nothing for an escape
a confused identity
born here
lived here
but what a citizen?
do nationalities exist?
for my generation kids?

a globalized living
a tussle, a struggle
what's west, what's east?
let's move to the center
not to confuse more
by introduction of a place new
but somewhere in between the two.
but can we really reach?
does a center exist?
is a center that what we wish?