Peering into her little world
I see her shining eyes, alone
facing the wind.
With her lingering ailment
and white coffin
she carries her few belongings
for an unknown journey
on an unknown road.
like the "air" or a "breath" empty
like a dream without end
filled with creatures
of pale shadows and long silence
a safe haven for innocent beings.
(In memory of Sana, my little niece)
Farid Gul, London, 12th February 2010