By Ayesha Binte Islam
Yesterday I visited the sky,
and found stars suspended in space.
All of them emitted sparkles
like diamonds.
Some sparkles were so intense
that I couldn't keep looking at them.
Yet, all of them were immaculate.
After all, those were not mine.
I am not the owner of those–
the starry sky or its stars.
I turned to my side and recalled–
There are many potholes in the sky.
How would I get back home?
I was made to travel back home.
Then I looked at the sky again
through the transparent window-pane,
and saw countless traversable paths.
Ayesha Binte Islam writes as a hobby, and is currently pursuing a Bachelor of Science in Computer Science and Engineering.
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