The Girl Who Dreamt

The Girl Who Dreamt

 

In a nameless grave

Under a Banyan tree…

For my gravestone

A boulder,

The same they squashed

My head with.

My blood streaks

On it

Still shine under the bright Sun

Just as my eyes always shone

When I dreamt to touch the stars.

I lay now

Under the soft soil

Improperly buried,

Carefully hidden like a crime

Committed

But I….

Can still dream

And yes,

I touched the stars

Swirled my way

Towards the clouds

Watching them miles below me

insignificant small figurines

As they put the boulder

For my gravestone

The same which squashed

My head.

My thoughts, my dreams

Are still untouched, intact.

Catch more of Maryam Viqar with her previous poems:

call me home  man who can't be named  

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