I am doing some new year cleaning (i am a bit late - i am desi, what can i say!) anyway while cleaning i found this poem that I wrote when I was thirteen. The poem is based off William Stafford's poem 'Fifteen'
In the morning, realized I was going back soon and would miss the good
and the bad times. But I put it behind
me and laughed more, to the put the pain back and enjoy the moment.
I was thirteen.
Thirteen
On the roof of an apartment building in Pakistan, one dusty summer
night
I lay down in the brown-woven cot with my cousins. I am thirteen.
I could hear the laughter, taste the happiness, and smell the silliness
of jokes being told in a language so unheard of by most of the world. I am thirteen
The sun turned grey with sorrow, while the sky changed black with the
dead mourning. I thought about the good
times as well as the bad times; the times of missing not talking late at night
while watching filmy songs and laughing at nothing and everything. I am thirteen.
I was thirteen.
