Resilient
Life brings everything with it,
Because this world is not eternal.
God’s will is unknown to me,
My future looks unclear.
My eyes have searched for light so long,
I keep looking for warmth.
If life is just a chain,
Let me be one bead on it.
I keep rowing my little boat,
Even when sadness surrounds me.
I live this short life,
So my bead will not break.
I will never bow my head,
I won’t leave this life in shame.
I won’t break when tests come,
I move against the stream.
Many cannot pass these trials,
They wear the clothes of death.
What saves me from all sorrow
Is my poetry, my friend.
I take what I need from art,
And follow it forever.
If death comes, I will die,
But my poem will never die.
MARATOVA Sabina,
11th grade student of Abai National School,
Young Correspondent of the Republican journal «Farabi shakirti»
and the online publication www.farabishakirti.kz
Supervisor: Merzoyanova Meruert Umirserikovna
