Poem

By Miha Alam

I was born in a pot of gold,

I was treasured like a golden key,

I was the center of attention,

For most of the eyes in my family.

I was once a carefree girl,

Ruling souls like queen.

I always had company by the souls,

who devoted their heart to me.

I was once a shinning star,

I was once the bright red sun

I was once the whiff of spring,

Those were my golden days cause happiness took the lead.

Once I sat, enveloped in the blanket of despair,

In the grave of darkness,

On the death of my grand father,

A flood of memories wept out of my eyes.

Here I sit,

Recalling my memories,

Over with the winters,

Looking ahead to live like a fairy

The life without any miseries

Life without sorrows

Gifting happiness, merriment and peace

To one and all.