The question often came to my mind.
What
are we striving for? What it is that we want to achieve?
Is
it recognition or is it money? Is it fame or we think of life as a game?
I
sat on a bench thinking to myself
The
thought bothered me, playing with my head.
The
cerebral of my brain, the blood in my veins,
And
the thought in my mind, all left me as in vain.
When
I saw a girl, bathed in rain.
Her
eyes crying out with pain, her cheeks white with drain.
She
saw me sipping coffee without feeling her pain.
She
took the empty bottles and left with a smile on her face.
Written by, Syeda Areeba Fatima
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