I´m very proud to present another collaboration that combines the wonderful words of my dear friend and writer Syeda with one of my drawings! 🙂
The Wise Age
Standing in the alley
I watch them play around
Little kids whom I saw
Puking in their mother’s arms.
I watch the little hands
That held mine and learnt to walk
Today cross their ways past me hastily
Avoiding me, unwilling to acknowledge.
These old wrinkly hands and face
Are not something I would want to lose
They have come to be, after all
The wars and struggles I’ve fought.
They are the marks of my victory
Of having emerged out of the abyss.
-by Syeda Faiza Rasheed