How much do you know of me?

How much have I told you of my story?

The sun, the moon, the stars and the wind,

The silent witnesses.

When sat on the doorstep

And loneliness pawed upon the damp earth,

The wind blew the trumpet of untold saga

And the infant moon in her cradle gave a waning smile,

The stars hid their sheens in shame under the cloud’s mighty quilt,

The lightning struck the dark sky with its gleaming lance,

The neighing and the clanking of thousand swords,

But fortitude held its head high,

Thousand wounds wiped with a smile,

And drank from the cup,

Thrust to the lips with prejudice’s soiled hands,

Just to emerge sturdy with the crown,

Brave and lustrous.

……..Dr. Fathema Begum