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Meeting my past & future selves

Nityang


Summer of 2003 it was

Where she walked past

Those still & motionless figures With a transparent shield

Protecting them from conspiring hands.

It was when she had encountered her.


She was her reflection.


The cold, black eyes stared

Back at her narrowed,

She was scornful

as people watched her

With their raised eyebrows.

An aura of pessimism hovered around that lanky image of hers, as she lived in melancholy.

Summer of 2015 it is

She's still seen walking past

Those still & motionless figures With a transparent shield

Protecting them from conspiring hands.

She encountered her. Again.


She was her reflection.


The black eyes, no longer cold

Stared back with warmth

She is loving & smiling

An aura of optimism is what

Now hovers around her

As she radiates a pleasant smile at that raised tummy of hers

She is living in bliss.

Summer of '15 it shall be

She'll still be walking past

Those still & motionless figures With a transparent shield

Protected from conspiring hands.

She shall encounter her again, with her.


She will be her reflection.


The black eyes shall meet the brown Who shall stare back with warmth They shall be playful & jolly.

An aura of motherhood

Will hover around her then As she will lovingly smile & Hold the creased lines of The palm of her little one.

They shall be living in an after, Filled with Happiness.


 

About the poet:

Despite being a graduate in Botany, Nityang still has a hard time explaining why coconut aren’t mammals. Hailing from somewhere between the hills of Yingkiong, the 22- year old dreams of saving her dying culture and the language that dwells in them. She’s still

looking for the means to do so.






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