The cocoon I'd weaved,
turned to fetters
instead of silk,
and I went on spinning
...
There were many stars
in our childhood sky,
but as we got adult,
the stars went to die
...
Cocoon
The cocoon I'd weaved,
turned to fetters
instead of silk,
and I went on spinning
with no fancy
of turning to a butterfly.
Ms.Sima, is a true poetess and she writes with her heart, I read few of her poems and those were Heartfelt. Looking forward for some more poems, May Allah bless you with writing poweress.