Songs of Anisha
“So It Was,”
by Chinye P. Billeter
He died of natural causes
So the word rapidly spreading said
There were no witnesses,
And no need for the coroner’s report
People already knew somehow.
On that still day
In a dimly lit room
Behind polished oak doors
Someone, something had visited
Speculation has it that it was no stranger
For there was no struggle or fuss;
This mystery guest knew intimately
How to make anyone’s heart its home
They say he was found strangely engrossed
Reminiscing perhaps.
Scores of photographs disarrayed
Some glamorous, some not
Portraits of a lonesome man
Destined for a departure unknown
With neither family nor friends
Standing by
He died of natural causes
So was the word spread throughout that still day
And despite there being no witnesses
We know that he indeed died of natural causes
One of them being pride.
“Kindness,”
by Al-Kasim Abdulkadir
The seeds of kindness
You gave me
I have planted in
The fields of gratitude
That you might reap
Any where at harvest time.
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