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.

For all little women who had to give their dreams up because they were told they need to be less and dream less

Little girls look up at the big dark sky,

Stars and eyes twinkling,

Wishing upon one falling high.

Flapping, flapping, falling.

Little girls touch their back,

Skin rough from their wings cut off-no more flying.

Wings never grow back

But little girls do.

Now with blue light screens, coffee, dreams in an enclosed sack.

Twenty tabs opened with much ado,

One of them for the Artemis,

Nineteen for deadlines due, scrambling through.

“What time are they coming home, miss?”

Little girls ask little women:

“Do you know there is a little girl up there,” as they stare into the abyss.

“And 3 brave men?”

Little women shiver with yearning at the thought of that one girl in Integrity.

Hope in their hearts awaken.

Little women glance at the little girls’ wings quietly, desperately and hopefully,

And pray that no hand reach for those growing wings

Or no boulder shackle their ankles to the ground deliberately.

This little woman hope that little girls’ wings

Cross the borderline of weightlessness and the rarest stair, they shall be ascending.

Bio

Vidushi Haulooman.

A final year English Studies student at the University of Mauritius, she published her book, “Afflatus”, in 2024. She has strong interests in critical and philosophical thinking and creative writing as ways of understanding the world.