I always wonder
Of the lightning like striker
That resembles a flock of sheep
All of reflections and rejections.
I try to pick one up
But ends up weaving other.
They are endless and flawless
Sometimes shape who we are.
I've got to see someone
Or something that I've always desired.
I've been to places
Where I longed to step my foot.
The moon and the stars;
And even the heavens I've seen;
With the beloveds
I hardly meet.
I'm a well-wisher,
I thank; I appreciate,
I feel sorry; I apologise
Nor in act or in words
But in something else;
That I always have within.
Fathima Zakiya
Preliminary 2nd
