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in case you have difficulty reading the words, there reproduced below ...Midway up the mountain,on the day the bullets struck,a flock of patterned Chukars,the Partridge of Pakistan,stood in feathered silence when your voice was briefly stifled,and the Sage who sensed their stillnessstrung your wordson mala beads,said she learned what lasts forever when a thousand pairs of wingsfilled the sky with sudden flight,blessing schoolgirls with their shadowsbeneath a streaming, soaring sun.
Outstanding!Thanks for this tribute to a remarkable young person.
Thank you Conrad -- i wish this would have found a home in the Malala anthology as I would have loved to have been a part of that. Editors though, tend to have the opposite opinion of my work than you do. I'm grateful to supportive poet friends like yourself. Cheers.
I too wish this would have found a home in the Malala Anthology.