Mother, friend, sister, daughter! You prey of a merciless yoke of beasts that of man they have
[author title=”Stefania Miola” image=”https://sindhcourier.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/Stefania-Miola-Italy-Sindh-Courier.jpg”]Stefania Miola is an eminent Poetess, Art Critic and Writer from Italy. She lives in a small town on the outskirts of Turin. Since 2015, three books of Stefania have been published – “One sky – the only true one”, “Violets in the Desert” and “The scent of the white rabbit”. These books were presented at the Turin International Book Fair and all books are awarded nationally and internationally. Her several poems are present in anthologies of various publishing houses. Stefania Miola had been writing for Sindh Courier.[/author]
No human being can be treated as an object without a soul. How can you define who treats a human being in this way? Where is humanity? Where is the man who was cared for and loved by his mother?
You can’t close your eyes or thank for not being born in that part of the world where the woman who gave life to man is deprived of her freedom and dreams.
I embrace you women from Kabul.
Mother, friend, sister, daughter
Sun that eternally
Rises in the valley of pain
You generously hug
That you melt your wings
For the smile of your children
You loved and married
You dress with courage
In your fragility
You maiden that still
Squeeze between your little ones
Hands a shard of glass
Of a crystal slipper
You prey of a merciless yoke
Of beasts that of man they have
Person every virtue
I’ll take you to me
And with a thought
I hug you.
No one will hurt us anymore
Mother, sister, friend, daughter