She wrote on Saturdays. She knew it was a sin.
She thought Nature will collapse. But it didn't.
The only punishment was your silence, father,
But her ears were quiet.
She said:
The greater love is,
The shorter its memory.

Background: my mother speaks about her sister, the one who longed to continue school. She used to study hard, in the evenings and even, secretly, on Saturdays- writing on Saturday was a sin .The father suspected something of the sort, but he did nothing to find out the truth.