Forgotten
I love school
We are all the same here
We all like each other
Nadzirah is my best friend.
She shared her lunch with me
when I noticed
That mine was still in the kitchen table
We met in the field during breaktime
And she said hi!
Radiantly, she looked at me
with her sparkling dark eyes!
I wanted to see her hair
But it was permanently covered
She told that the Malay did this for ages
Then home time came
She passed by my class
And we walked to the picking park
Her mother came and said hi too
She was so beautiful
Like Nadzirah!
I waited
And waited....
And my mother did not come!
I then started walking home
Alone!
At home I did not find her
She was still at work
then she came late
And I was asleep
I knew the next day
School will be the same
Even Nadzirah......
Will be the same!
YOU ARE READING
road to nowhere.... somewhere...
PoetryIt's an agreed coalition of the willing! Airlines agreeing to feed the "esteemed travellers" with miniature stuff, nations hoarding gas and water to pass a UN resolution at Newyork, Geneva, Nairobi and Vienna. We are all playing "house" .
