A drop of water, a pouring rain, highlighted by the moonlight,
A burnt up winter, a worsening pain, no place where I could hide.
A fist of anger, a rage of fire, the destruction of a sun outshone.
A sheer hunger, an empty desire, no place that I could call home.
A river of dreams, a dam of hope, a cross section of a bipolar mind.
The black muddy water, a depth so deep, for a man who became too blind.
Endless fortnights, a dedicated sunlight, a mysterious mirage of a lamp post.
Reflections of pioneering lights, an ever dissolving fright, a guest without a host.
My tears are mine to cherish, all a present of an unknown light,
All mine to keep before I perish, all a fragment of a meaningless night.
A melody I would forget, a voice I can't sing, a woven scar so rough,
My final present to the past and future, that I would truly love.
The writer is a class 7 student at Dhaka Residential Model College