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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