Ajar Windows Poem by Stella Sisanda Qishi

Down the alleys of St Familiar
I hear a mother weeping behind ajar windows
After failing yet another test
After giving in to yet another pull of the tug-of-war.
The lecture had been tough, it seems,
From the tears she cries
A droplet at a time topples froma balcony
And together awash the dirty streets of Fort Despair.
The professor had no shame
Putting a cross across her face
Teen Management failed
But tell me, did anyone expect the poor woman
To come with a merit in this new syllabus
Of Raise a Hand and Do Time?