A/N: Written for the Poetry Craze Forum's 100 prompts challenge. Bridge, Padma Patil.
A Lotus in London
Indian sunshine
wraps around my ankles
as I walk along the bridge
from not-home to not-home
uprooted.
How strange it feels
to be unable to blossom
in the fields of my ancestors
to lose my mother's tongue,
misplacing the words
etched onto my petals.