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Creative Writing

SHE WHO TREADS DOWNHILL

SHE WHO TREADS DOWNHILL

It’s often like the wind that
treads downhill
Hands spread apart in merriment,
that we get out of some lives
some relations,
so fast.. So effortless..

But there remains in
every folds of it
the smell,
typical of those hills..
however hard we try to brush it off.

Oft, when we turn back
in queer anxiety of something forgotten
we see
the hill,
the piece of the azure sky above it
the pristine springs.
The wild verdancy in each slope
the ones, who promised their lives in return for death.
They must be trembling to let loose.
It is like death which comes
with its arms spread wide
that we let ourselves out from some lives,
relationships,
so fast… so effortless…

- SEREENA RAFI, tr. Gita Sreejith.