Tuesday, May 21, 2024
Year : 2, Issue : 21
Sadia J. Choudhury
In the solitude of my room, I fall deep,
In a world where the sorrows silently seep.
As I read “Footnotes in Gaza,” my eyes open wide,
To the tales of agony, where hope seems to hide.
The mapped-out pages whisper stories untold,
Of lives shattered, and dreams turned cold.
Each panel is a window to a world ripped apart,
Where misery dominates and is engraved on everyone’s heart.
As I look through the pages, emotions swell,
Sadness and anger, an unbreakable spell.
For how can I not weep for those in despair,
Caught in a cycle of grief and prayer?
The images haunt me, they refuse to fade,
A relentless reminder of the price paid.
In Gaza’s chaos, innocence is lost,
My heart breaks for those paying the cost.
For days, I carry the weight of their plight,
A heavy burden that clouds my light.
But in my sadness, I find a flame,
A flicker of anger, a call to reclaim.
I refuse to be silent, to turn away,
From the injustices that darken the day.
With each tear shed, and each sorrow felt,
I pledge to stand up, to make my voice swell.
For in the heart of a girl with a comic in hand,
Lies the power to rise, to take a stand.
To speak for the voiceless, to fight for what’s right,
And hold hope for Gaza, in the darkest of night.
Poet: Editor, The Generation
