She’d lost it when she was a teen,

She gazed youthfully,

But for others

It was immortality.

It was free from virtues,

It was strong yet she was easily trapped in it.

But it exists in everyone,

Still, no one cares about her

When she was falling into doom,

When it was alive.

It was her soul.

A precious part of her;

that is trapped in a man’s love.

She was ordinary.

And that man was extraordinary

Who loved her unconditionally.

Their love was as bright as the moon.

Their dream of growing old;

Was writing in reality soon.

Lost just like the darkest sky,

Empty like their goodbyes,

Hiding in the raindrops,

Just a little try to feel alive,

Where they had their memories together.

Suddenly she signed out with a smile and said,

“It’s okay we are apart, our dreams shattered.

My sapphire, you’d have nothing left to prove!

Spill you out on a starry night,

where you’d forever be Van Gough’s muse.

I want to wither and fall again,

To be your cherry flower and born every time for you.”

By Mahmuda Akter Hasu