To Belong Means, to be Buried

Poem I Daniya AT

Photo by Navya Agrawal

My homeland resides within me:

It's in my morning breakfasts,

In the strangers I meet,

In the sunsets of the weekends,

It's in my call logs,

And in all the broken poems I jot down.

My homeland migrates with me

In the teacups,

In the bags I pack every four months.

And, Oh God, it will root down to my heart

When I'm six feet under,

In the soaking mud,

And will hug me the last hug.