By Ayesha Khatun

Why won’t people just let be me,
Like the blooming flowers in spring

Why can’t they just pass by me
Without leaving any trace of lesson

Is it necessary to cross me?
Everytime i fall hard

Why do they have to dim the joy within me?
Why fill my sky with rainbows?
Why flower my garden?
Why whisper of love?
Why nurture my desires?
If, in the end,
i stand alone
still in the maze