8th of March

Timing is not right, but I could not stop myself from posting this poem. It is written by my aunt. I am so proud of her. 

 

 

You were a traveller

in Noah’s arch

Neither the storm,

and the rain fall,

nor the waves

could take you away.

You stood still!

Just today,

I wrote a letter

in a solitary-confinment

which says:

“I have thrown the thing

 you were afraid of

 in a ditch

so it will never

grow again”.

 

By Zakya Ladeye