Life Poem by Rubab Atwal

How cold did you expect the frost to be
For all I know its putting flames to fire
How much peace in the white could you see
When you know its inhaling the dreams we dreamed
And how tall you must have let our pinnacles stand
That only snow can ever engird them
How directionless are the strings they planned
That tie us into mortal infinities
And yet so long, time's dangerous touch
Ignites in us a million reasons to ascend
And magic fills our emptiness with so much
That then we follow our destined paths
Whose glories had never mattered all along
Lets now prepare for for our judgement
Which stands for all our right and wrong
And we shall find our home as we leave a haven behind.