Toad of my chidhood under Rain : Toad! Toad! Toad! Ribbit! Ribbit! Ribbit!A Poem by Loubna Khriss Zoumrouda Poem story to tell, describing Toad of my chidhood under rain in winter, my first school and my emotions in this moment. “It has been said that something as small as the flutter of a butterfly’s wing can ultimately cause a typhoon halfway around the world.” Chaos Theory “Don’t count the days; Make the days count.” Muhammad Ali “Be the change that you wish to see in the world.” Mahatma Ghandi “You have been created in order that you might make a difference. You have within you the power to change the world.” Andy Andrews As child, I'd sing under rain Toad! Toad! Toad! Ribbit! Ribbit! Ribbit! Reminiscing my amphibian Friend. My butterfly tyroid blow like a Toad. Confined to my room I remain.
Coming out of the magical world, Vision of the devil and the curse In the rain in the middle of the road. Persecuted by the human being , Inert, seeming to die. After a long drought. Both Invisible and visible in nature. Behind the visible I see the invisible. Everything affect everything. Emerges from my childhood memory, Another similar apparition, First experience of observation, A filthy toad, female and fertile. Ugliness rhymes with beauty before my eyes. From the imagination of the poet, The one who brings out the beautiful from the ugly! My memory travels in the past Between a painful moment A memorable fall. My tomboy personality emerges A moment of happiness: Of play and discoveries; That of my first school, Loved and hated, our teachers Traditional and brutal they are There was a time like this. Happy to live a carefree life. In the midst of laughter, innocence and ignorance. Witnessing a mother's time, Anguished and protective of her children. From her memory filled with other anguished memories. Waiting for misfortunes to follow one after the other. After two serious falls and misunderstood incidents, Our mother then locks us away In a cocoon sewn by her, nice and warm Like those beautiful coats my mother makes No travel, no going out alone Waiting for the transformation. That the chrysalis becomes a butterfly. Alas! The butterfly remained in its cocoon. Imprisoned, frozen in time, waiting for its flight, To other shores and other experiences. In the midst of prohibitions and obscurantism. The light of day is getting darker, Day by day our dreams grow distant. As child, I'd sing under rain Toad! Toad! Toad! Ribbit! Ribbit! Ribbit! Reminiscing my amphibian Friend. My butterfly tyroid blow like a Toad Confined to my room I remain. Loubna Khriss
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Added on May 14, 2023 Last Updated on December 12, 2023 Tags: #Photooftheday #Rain #Toad #Ugly Author
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