Glass Stone Poem by Zehra Bukhari

Series: Imagination

The stars didn't twinkle
Or I could not believe
from last midnight
my senses didn't retrieve

I dreamt of a cave
Its every corner black
But a fading glow
which helped me to track

I followed its gaze
and was surprised to find
the rarest crystal
I could remember within my mind

I picked it up
And closely looked
It was so attractive
that I kept my eyes hooked

Just then it broke
into a million pieces
I cried with sorrowful eyes
As my tear flow increases

Later I woke up
With no memory of that day
I opened my mouth
As if I would say-

'The stars didn't twinkle
or I could not believe
From last midnight
The Glass stone didn't retrieve'