By Anvi Khattar
It's in the afternoons when,
Greener is the grass's hue.
The wind twirls like a ballerina then,
And the sun pierces the velvet blue.
Waves roll in the distant sea,
Who am I? And who must I be?
I am all the people I've met,
And the experiences shared.
The shooting stars I watch jet,
and all the stuff toys for whom I've cared.
The sunsets and moon phases,
And the skies I star gaze.
Old diaries I read through,
In a bittersweet daze.
I'm all the friends I've made,
And the pieces of persona we've bartered.
Snippets of myself, along with them fade,
Yet remain etched in my being are the moments we chartered.
I am all the smiles I've seen,
And the tears I've wiped.
The shoulders on which my head's been,
And all the poems I've typed.