Someday,
Maybe someday,
My heart wouldn't feel that pain again.
That deep wound in my heart
would be gone for good.
The scars of my heart would glow up,
They would glow like shining stars in the middle of the night
to guide me to the place I belong.
Maybe I would smile like a kid on that day.
The kid, who has just discovered the taste of chocolate
melting in his mouth slowly.
Or maybe, I would cry like a monk,
The monk, who has just regained his eyesight,
after the long years of penance.
Maybe the curse would fall off my shoulder on that day,
Leaving me as free as a bird
in the autumn sky.
The vine of bougainvillea,
Those lilac bracts, with waxy flowers in the middle
would grow in my heart again.
On that day,
Certainly on that very day
I would rise again to live.
Tahsina Inam Trisha is a freelance contributor.