This is a poem by Ayesha Tahir, who is a student of 8th class. It also a tribute to City School, Harley branch, Rawalpindi. The school and staff is developing and polishing the faculty of expression in our next generation.
CANDLE IN THE WIND
Her thoughts were a voilent, jumbled mess,
Her emotions erratic; a raging turmoil.
She couldn’t be a pawn no more in live’s little game of chess,
The fire in her flared, as the monster inside uncoiled.
The pictures in her mind were on replay,
Images distorted by hate.
Whatever she thought to do, she may,
But by now she knew just how dark was fate.
Then came a cold gust of air,
That took away her breath.
Her will broke and she impaired,
She became, again, as cold as death.
The candle of faith in the wind extinguished,
She closed her eyes and leaned right back,
She sank deeper into the depths of anguish,
It was just hope now that she lacked.