Where the stars aren't at fault,
Where rivers don't flow into the sea,
Where scars heal by their own medicine,
Where life doesn't go upon a plea.
Where nights are as long as the light,
Where depths aren't measured by scale,
Where hues are free to adorn themselves
By the moments fading pale.
Where a rock isn't judged by its surface
Where people are always as they seem,
Where love hangs both in heaven and hell
Where the tears of heart don't turn into steam.
Where the passage of the time doesn't search for a purpose
Where cascades aren't tired of falling,
Where stars meet their light within,
Where all are heard before calling.
Where I shall live my entire age,
In the castle built with self esteem,
And the place will hold something called freedom,
The freedom of the loneliest dream.
The writer is a student at Viqarunnisa Noon College.