daffodils

Spring came—
as a painter,
to paint
the colorless nature,
to draw beauty,
from everywhere.

Look how beautifully,
she has drawn
the flowers and trees.
Everywhere—
beautiful buds and blooms.
Hurray!

Spring came—
as relief from the harshness
of nature.

But, I am wondering
why hearts are still dead
in my land.
When will spring
come to our hearts
to relieve us
of the blackness,
frustrations
darkness—
this sorrow
in our tired hearts?

By Zahra M.

Photo by Sune Donath