My love, I promise you my ink,
My heart bleeds of words I think,
Of impossible love and pain,
My tears flow incessantly as rain,
Eroded a painting of sea and sand,
Dreams of escape to a green island;
My love, I promise you my ink,
As long as my breath doesn’t sink,
Blood flows in my veins,
A song in my memory remains.
Anita Bacha
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Soudainement, sans avertissement,
Notre beau pays, Ile Maurice, est pris d’assaut,
Un ennemi mortel paraît, on n’est sait d’où,
Il s’attaque à nous,
Il est minuscule mais malin,
Il s’appelle Corona, il est là,
Invisible mais invincible,
Il ne choisit pas, voyons,
Noir, blanc, jaune, marron,
Homme, femme, jeune ou vieux,
Riche, pauvre, vaillant, peureux,
Il s’attaque à tous,
Confinement solitaire,
Couvre-feu sanitaire,
À la maison, pour se taire,
Un peuple uni sortira vainqueur.
Anita Bacha
Prattling of raindrops on the roof,
Rivaling beats of drums aloof,
Senseless stares in an empty space,
Trying hard to read your face,
No regret,no remorse,no shame,
For you it was just a game;
Breathless when I say goodbye,
Hiding from you my hurt,my cry,
She has come back, I cannot stay,
Love triangles are doomed anyway;
Babbling of voices in my head,
Competing with singings of the dead,
I hold my heart, I have to let you go,
Broken,I have nothing left save my ego.
Anita Bacha
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Behold the first turn of the autumn leaf 🍁
From green ☘️to amber light,
From yellow to rusty veins;
Behold the game of life,
Like the autumn leaf 🍂
We have lived,
Knowing life is a gift 💝 of God,
Gracefully, we detach,
We take our leave,
Make way for new leaves 🍀🌿🍃🍀
Anita Bacha
Illustrative/Photography/Anita Bacha/Frankfurt/Germany
