MALALA YOUSAFZAI

 

Timidity was never in her manners

like snow falling to ground renders

the traces of prejudice invisible

she melted that cover like sunshine undeniable

 

A teenager standing alone bravely

her flickering light buffeted every day

by the harsh winds of fanatic religion

she with determination held firm in decisions

 

To stand for human rights

no matter how real the fright

her delicate face and dark eyes

a beacon in a land where freedom dies

 

With her tender voice the center of gravity

stoking the fires of female identity

she sacrificed herself beyond imagination

seeking better life and education

 

Her ideals like music played softly

like despair soaked in words spoken daily

irritated evil minds of Taliban delusion

those seeking to destroy a fragile Nation

 

Misguided and ignorant of world opinion

they chose with selfish satisfaction

to bring darkness upon the selfless inertia

that is the sunlit richness of Malala