KEEPER OF MEMORIES
(A HOMAGE TO HAFIZAH AUGUSTUS GETER)
ASTIAQUE AHMED
In search of the origin, forgotten past,
I traveled through time, as far as I could last.
I tell facts and histories.
Some truths were hidden, buried under ground,
Some are untold, seen, but not unbound.
Some are altered, and fabricated to the core,
Coated with lies, and people know no more.
Ah! The miseries!
Memories of distant past, hidden from sights,
Suffering and struggles, from days and nights,
Stories and ballads, from countless fights,
I collect memories, from fertilities and blights.
I keep memories.
Knowledge made branded, like Eve,
Head full of knowledge, but naïve.
What did she get? Sufferings and shame,
Is that fair? To get the blame?
Yet, she told her stories.
I am a daughter of my mom,
And my dad, who was always calm.
She named me Hafizah, keeper of tales.
I seek no glory, no fame
For telling stories, and becoming a keeper
As my mother would love, to honor my name.
I keep memories!
