Dream

By Noor E Ayesha

Little Match Girl On A Journey Of Life, 

Selling Matchsticks With No Luck All The While,

So Fragile, so Timid Yet So Strong, 

Fighting With Cold, poverty And Hunger All Along. 

Yet Hopeful But Defeated By Cold, 

Blew A Matchstick For Her Dying Soul, 

Up Went The Flame Like A Shining Light, 

Gave The Little Maiden- Comfort & Might.

Like Every Child, she Also Had Dreams, 

That Also Not That Extreme, 

As One By One, the Match Went Into Flame, 

The Little Maiden Saw Her Dream Come Into Frame. 

There Was The Warm Stove, 

The Delicious Roast Goose, 

The Magnificent Christmas Tree 

And Her Beloved Grandmother-the Best Of All. 

Had Nothing To Lose Or Gain, 

The World Had Given Her Just Pain, 

So To Escape All, 

To Be With Her Grandmother, She Went With Her. 

To The Shining Stars, 

To The Joy So High, 

To Be With God, 

As The Dawn Came By.

By Noor E Ayesha