Life
By Amina Baktiyarova
I buried my little newborn
Under the tree I hanged myself on.
But my body still felt warm
And I heard no one cry nor mourn.
The life under the ground and roots
Was soaked up by the mighty tree.
Now it had new fruits and shoots
And shared my baby’s life with me.
I got off and touched the ground,
My baby, and the lively tree.
The new solution that I found
Was to walk into the sea.
Amina Baktiyarova was born in Kazakhstan and has found her soul in poetry. Her first poem in the Kazakh language was written when she was eight years old and published in a local newspaper. At the age of sixteen, she wrote her first poem in English and since then, she has been writing the truth she sees and feels.