Title: The Self Begins Again

You have brought me there,

I, Once, started from where.

All these years of struggle – no more last;

Leaving behind the phantom of the past.

O! It is erasing me, scaring me, breaking me,

The black shadow is engulfing me, anonymizing me.

My identity: a piece of plastic or paper;

A feather that the wind drives here and there.

I feel so  fragile and trivial,

Like the dust in the air.

But I will regenerate a new self, a new form, and a new mind ;

which will be stronger, deeper, and fortified.

Ayesha Javed.