À l’heure du tout à l’image et du buzz sans suite, «l’express» souhaite faire découvrir la plume de poètes, de chanteurs, d’écrivains et de tous ceux qui jettent leur âme sur le papier, et qui mettent en mots des réflexions profondes.

My life-giver, my God, my preserver and provider

Have mercy on me, this weary soul, you progenitor

A blind eye and a deaf ear turn on my trip on earth

For I like not what I made of this human birth

Known as the forgiver of sins and falls

You wipe the dark phases, physical, mental all

Accept my Lord, my existence, an endless search

For I like not what I made of this human birth

Wishes I had too many, myriads seen and unseen

My wants buzzed ceaselessly on the unfit scene

Accept my Lord, my fruitless journey in the universe

For I like not what I made of this human birth

Before I exit as a ship without a rudder, before I expire

On each breath of mine your blessed hand let me aspire

To inspire other souls, of the wisdom’s of this body’s worth

For I like not what I made of this human birth

Forgive my wants, forget my wishes unending

In this little short life’s sojourn I spent loitering

A bundle of sins I leave at the altar of your church

For I like not what I made of this human birth.

Bio

Anitah Aujayeb

A long-standing educator, now teaching at tertiary level, she has authored several books in all genres of literature, novels, stories, travelogues, poems and history.