Looking at the drowning day
I see the colors bleed through
Making a pretty beige with
Our same old red and the comforting blue.
Red is the pain,
The tears of blood
The sky holds
And blue is the peace
The sigh of relief
As I’ve been told.
In between lies beige
The proof for life’s uncertainty
Your next move weak
Or courageous and bold.
You keep watching
Finding comfort in the darks
Making space for the
Beautiful moon and the stars.
Hadiyah Nazir
Class XI
