The Comeback Poem by Asma Khan

It rained heavily for so many years in my eyes
I wept loudly to fight the adversities in my life,
had no idea where would all this end up

Moving slowly out of my folds
I peeked out of the window of my thoughts,
heard falling raindrops of my eyelids
with growing sunshine and light.

a little bird of hope was sitting by the window sill
young and tiny with bright wide eyes
staring at me from afar.

I slid opened the window further
found a little boy from my past
with a silvery grin, gazing calmly at me

I stretched my hand out to him,
he lowered his gaze and brought his hand before me
wrinkled petals of memories were perfumed
in dusty, bitter, and dry.

Suddenly the bird of hope flew over us
and picked up those scattered petals of memories
leaving behind joys and blessed leaves

My gaze followed the flying bird
and the young boy from my past paced away
till I heard giggles and cheers of a happy dream in my ears
welcoming me a comeback
from the forests of memories!