Mikalai
Shemetau
Mikalai Shemetau was born on June 6, 1990. Mikalai is a father of several children, a husband, and an entrepreneur. In addition, he has been writing poems, some of which have been published.
He was detained on December 21, 2020, at the doorstep of the school where he was taking his daughter. Mikalai was accused of participating in protest marches. The man was sentenced to two years in prison.
Mikalai has served his sentence and is now free.
Sun in autumn is a wondrous mystery
Sky is clear, yet the light feels wintry.
Autumn is approaching steadily,
After myriad of years of serenity.
Thaw has passed and birds are getting quiet,
Little heralds of a frost’s demise.
They have left, but soon we’ll see their flight,
And enjoy their cheerful springtime chimes.
Songs and fairs are becoming scarce,
Streets are now devoid of children’s chatter.
Autumn is a time of memories and dreams,
Putting all the nature into slumber.
Autumn is a Sunday’s afternoon,
In an endless season-changing cycle.
Aging’s always followed by rebloom,
Dawn is sibling to the dusk, not rival.
But the autumn’s sunshine brings no warmth,
Scarce are songs and laughter’s melody.
Autumn is not rooted in our hearts!
Autumn is a state of the whole COUNTRY!
October 2020
In language and poems, in bright people that are in dark places, — Belarus Lives.
POEMS FROM PRISON IS A JOINT PROJECT OF THE FREEDOM POSTCARDS INITIATIVE AND People’s Embassy of Belarus in Brazil.
Mikalai
Shemetau
Mikalai Shemetau was born on June 6, 1990. Mikalai is a father of several children, a husband, and an entrepreneur. In addition, he has been writing poems, some of which have been published.
He was detained on December 21, 2020, at the doorstep of the school where he was taking his daughter. Mikalai was accused of participating in protest marches. The man was sentenced to two years in prison.
Mikalai has served his sentence and is now free.
Sun in autumn is a wondrous mystery
Sky is clear, yet the light feels wintry.
Autumn is approaching steadily,
After myriad of years of serenity.
Thaw has passed and birds are getting quiet,
Little heralds of a frost’s demise.
They have left, but soon we’ll see their flight,
And enjoy their cheerful springtime chimes.
Songs and fairs are becoming scarce,
Streets are now devoid of children’s chatter.
Autumn is a time of memories and dreams,
Putting all the nature into slumber.
Autumn is a Sunday’s afternoon,
In an endless season-changing cycle.
Aging’s always followed by rebloom,
Dawn is sibling to the dusk, not rival.
But the autumn’s sunshine brings no warmth,
Scarce are songs and laughter’s melody.
Autumn is not rooted in our hearts!
Autumn is a state of the whole COUNTRY!
October 2020
In language and poems, in bright people that are in dark places, — Belarus Lives.
POEMS FROM PRISON IS A JOINT PROJECT OF THE FREEDOM POSTCARDS INITIATIVE AND People’s Embassy of Belarus in Brazil.