A Dream-chasing Mind
-Radia Al Rashid
I, standing on an island
With brimming water around,
Feeling the hurt of scattered pieces
And listening to the scorching sound.
For once, I could pick all the pieces
To glue them up,
With the firm belief in heart
They won’t again mess up.
Then, the shattered pieces
Did come out right,
Few days, after the happening
Were so beautiful and bright.
The brightness might be cloying
And way too much to hold,
This is why the fixed pieces
Again betrayed, leaving everything
Grieving and cold.
Well, meaningless to mention
The dispersion occurred again,
Everything suddenly turned out to put an end
To what once happened to begin.
Knowing the insignificance
of trying so hard,
This mind, finally accepted
The bitterness of life
Without spending a single word.
I left the pieces, disbanded
And sloppy, behind;
Though lost, some precious belongings
Still, have a dream chasing mind.