I pray that by the time i awoke,
all the harsh realities i am forced to face,
my state of health that is deteriorating
bit by bit with the passage of time,
Everything i sailed to dreams
Just so not to acknowledge,
will be drowned in that sea.
Ant by the time i finally reach the moon,
I pray that its light will reach out to me,
and when i lay my fingers on it to rest,
i pray i will lift my hands healed,
moon-bathe,
weightless and ashore.
©baseerah
©ceerah
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