She Had New Dreams

By Gulzabin Ara

All She want is, gather her new belongings,

Unscathed, vulnerable, hidden.

All her phases, the mountains, the pits, the desserts!

Gather All! A slow long pause!

It seems a new growth, new worries, and strolls,

All she has is bucket full of pebbles, courage and sunsets in the evenings!

Looking up, staring far, crushing muds with both hands not at rest,

It looks far but her hidden hunger says 'it's yours'!

To make it a Fortune, Reality or Serendipity in your words,

It is same, but since it's not the same,

The sun flickers, lands in the ocean,

At Night the clouds collude, black and white,

Behind the horizon, there is still a Mystery!

You look up, you look right and turn around,

Head move every direction it Captures.

The 4 O'clock dream wakes her cells,

It gathers times, seconds and directions,

It chooses the right to move with perfection,

Thus, chooses not to go Wrong.

To lead the path, to maintain the distance,

The 4 o'clock dream wakes her cells to decide not to dream!

Finally, she conveys, her speckles got her speckles of doubts to join,

The spectacles that she wore now seems not questioning anymore,

She conveys, she still is cynical to conquer the mountains,

She doubts whether to land on shores or to mountains,

She believes, Sun will follow her All the way to Mountains!

By Gulzabin Ara