Courtesy: Google Image
A movable book-case
served as a door
to the Secret Annex
where hid two families
The Frank and the Van Pels,
for sometimes in the 1940’s.
It was like a womb
gestating history
to be born
long after they were gone.
Love of words
sustained an angel.
Teenager she was.
Those words were a dove
that found a sky
on the pages of her diary.
I know how
Its wings were chopped off.
Woe unto the womb
that birthed and birth humans
with choppers
as hands.
Yet the dove
is still alive,
throbbing with life,
ever opening a door
into that amazing life
and a toxic time.
Posted for my Midweek Motif ~ The Door @ Poets United
sumanar/lekha 
Wonderful quote and lovely, wise poem.
A toxic time then and a toxic time now. Love of words and writing do sustain us.We are blessed. We think it is easy because it is so natural to us. Most cannot achieve it. The dove will not die. Somehow it will find its way. We must have faith. You have written a beautiful poem Sumana.
Those words were a dove
that found a sky
on the pages of her diary.
That’s such a gorgeous image, Sumana ❤️ Beautifully penned.
She is one of my favourite heroines. I especially love “Those words were a dove that found a sky”….and it is flying still, all these years later.
Such a compassionate writing, Sumana!The imagery and emotions are just enchanting …:)
Bravo! Maybe the best poem ever about the legacy that Anne left us! The door here suddenly seems like a pivot as well as multiple time machines into the innocent wisdom of a child too soon old, way too soon dead.
You’ve written about one of my favorite persons. Thank you Sumana. This validates my hope in today’s toxic atmosphere. Beautiful lines here.
What a stunningly beautiful poem about Anne Frank you have written Sumana. I lived in those toxic times in England close to London but didn’t know until after the war how bad it had been for millions of others across the channel.
You have captured the heart of her story…beautifully penned.
A timely poem about an unforgettable girl. Have we already forgotten? Beautifully written, Sumana.
A dove that found the sky – how beautifully described.. she was and long may there be more brave angels than executioners in this world
It was very moving experience to walk through that moveable bookcase into the Secret Annex in Amsterdam several years ago. Thank you for your moving poem.
A truly inspirational and courageous person; a lovely reminder in your poem. 🙂
Ah, such beautiful lines~ ❤
Such a brave and beautiful poem,Sumana.
Yet the dove
is still alive,
throbbing with life,
ever opening a door
into that amazing life
and a toxic time.
I loved this line the most. 🙂
We are all born with wings, some of us have them chopped off at a young age, others have them ripped off, others have them broken. Blessed and lucky are those who can guard them and preserve them into adulthood…
A lovely write, Sumana!