Identities in flight

The security frisker –
“Are you Baloch? Sindhi?” he tries to relate; I
Mutter; he misunderstands; we shake
Hands.

The neoliberal mendicant –
Juggling two cellphones (one, the mother
Of all), paan-spittle, beard spat,
Ruffled mercantile static, snake-skin
(licensia poeticus) shoes pointing to
Mecca.

The long lost –
“Are you Masri?” it begins, and
They talk till necessity does them
Part.