La Pajara, A poem by Nabeel Atique

Illustrations by Ana Sofia Tovar

Angie is La Pajara. La Pajara who brightens my day.

Angie flew into my life from nowhere.

Here first words to me were “Estas solita?” (All by your lonesome?)

When she’s close I cannot but admire her beauty. Her voice, the way she looks at me.

Angie calls me “Mi Nabeel” (My Nabeel). No one calls me that. It warms my heart. When I don’t hear it, I crave it.

But Angie is La Pajara. In a fleeting swoop she is gone. Where is La Pajara? Who’s day is she brightening. Who’s heart is fluttering?

I lie in wait, waiting for La Pajara, waiting to hear the words “Mi Nabeel” … Will this little Pajara return, or will she fly away …

Published by Traveling Yogi

I am a wanderer, yoga teacher, math teacher and overall adventurer. I have a strong love for Latin America and have been traveling there for almost 16 years. I speak fluent Spanish so that certainly helps me make strong connections. Follow me on my latest adventure through Latin America and other continents. I hope you find my writings inspiring...and may be you'll be where I am and you can take a yoga class with me.

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