SZHAYNE ANSAY VILLAVERDE

AN ODE TO  MALALA

Szhayne Ansay- Villaverde

I am the Anonymous Voice of Pakistan

I desire to be educated

For girls is not to be a trophy wife

But given a chance, to have equal rights as of men

I am the anonymous voice of Pakistan

Who wrote an anonymous diary against Taliban

The youngest person who won Nobel Peace Prize

The winner who fought with her younger brethren

I am the anonymous voice of Pakistan

I was shot in the head by the Gunman

An act that catapulted to International fame

After surviving in the dramatic assault

I am the anonymous voice of Pakistan

Chronicling the fears of school girls

Under the shadow of Taliban

After I was named Time Magazine

Most Influential people in 2013

I am the anonymous voice of Pakistan

I am only 11 when I wrote the Pashtun Diary
Under a pseudo name Gul Makal
a heroine from Pashtun Folktale

I am the anonymous voice of Pakistan

Who fought for the rights of school girls

For forbidding girls to be educated

That is my primordial concern

I am the anonymous voice of Pakistan

I documented the anxiety of my friends

For fears of being targeted by militants

Attending classes in disguise, so as not to draw attention

I am the anonymous voice of Pakistan

A passionate campaigner

Who speaks freely

And documented my life in hiding

I am the anonymous voice of Pakistan

I had continued my campaign

Reading my diary for BBC Urdu

Sharing my life using pen name Gul Makai

I am the anonymous voice of Pakistan

I don’t want tobe thought of a girl

Who was shot by Taliban

But the girl who fought for education

I am the anonymous voice of Pakistan

Let us pick up books and pens
They were the most powerful weapon

For one child, one teacher, one book, one pen can change the world

I am the anonymous voice of Pakistan

I dream the peace in every home

Every street, every village, and every country

I am Malala Yosefsai, I will always be the anonymous voice of Pakistan

PASSING OF TIME

Szhayne Ansay- Villaverde

Love knows what time is…

For when were in love time is fast

For when were bored time is long

But a moment with you is a moment of passing time

As a child…

We lost track of time

For when we play, laugh and just be a kid

For we don’t need to worry

A finite company of toys, dreams and fears is a moment of passing time

As a mother…

The time she had you is timeless

You wrapped and hugged closed to mine

Like a precious jewel that everyone will desire

And time flies so fast till it’s time to be like her

As a father…

As I see your tiny toes

I feel amazed when you first say dada, walk and cry

Fall asleep and made tantrums all at once, I don’t want you to grow old

But time is passing and I might lose you and have grown to be like me

As a lover…

You may be second and I may be an hour

It may be a long chased and even takes a lifetime

But waiting is nothing

For I now love is my time machine set to your present perfect

In time…

It may have passed slowly

Separated by time and spaces

But time is what we manage to make

As life passes, you stood proud

You did live well because your time is worth remembering

ROAD TO  FELICITY

Szhayne Ansay- Villaverde

There’s a route with no end

That I have been travelling since

Like a transit or a train

Looking for the road to blissfulness

Four seasons had passed

Years and decades and century went by

Oh how I missed the falling leaves

And the coldness of the decay

Is there a road to felicity?

I asked the maiden, the passers by, and everyone I came across by

But they kept a silent grim

And a nay was the only answer

I have age  and have seen life

I travelled to a far away land

And still I can’t still find

The road to felicity

Then one day I have a companion

An old man , a hermit , in his solitary life

I asked him where can I find the road to Felcity?

And he smiled and told me, You are the road to felicity.

Oh how I missed everything looking for happiness

And the birthdays, holidays and gatherings I skip

Its been a decade since

And now I will travel to the road to felicity

Szhayne Ansay-Villaverde

 MARCH 6, 2016

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