Bismillah Hir Rahman Ir Raheem

On one fine day, a little baby girl was born

Ever since then she drew circles around herself.

Everyone who came under that circle became influenced by her

Whether by her beauty, her joy, her wisdom, hope, kindness, patience, respect, sacrifices. Or in other words, her light

When she was a baby, her circle was vast and magnificent, engulfing everyone that passed by

When she became a toddler, instead of making circles in her mind, she started making real circles around her

Whether by crayons, pencils, sand, gravy, even her mother’s lip stick

Her parents would get quite annoyed by this but they understood what it meant

Everyone in the neighborhood knew about this sweet angelic girl

How could they not? The circle surrounded the neighborhood!

As she grew up, more people entered her circle and attained the light she so selflessly shared

But not everyone came for that purpose.

Some people entered and when she gave them her light, they threw it back at her

Or behind their backs

You’d wonder why that’s so. But you can contemplate, guess and bring forth your arguments,

But the truth remains the same; they are what they are

She stood headstrong and determined in her mission to draw big circles, bigger than anything anyone had ever seen

Until one day, she slipped outside her circle

As people took and took from her, taking bits and bits of it with selfishness, greed, pride and rage

Letting people enter her circle made her circle and therefore her light grow

But as more people came, the more the radius shortened

She endured, and endured, and endured………..

……………..endured she did. For years. No doubt about that

Until one final day, the hand could not grasp the pencil and the sand could not be stroked

The circles returned to her imagination. A figment of it. I suppose that’s what her life became

With every prick of a thorn that came her way, every pain and sadness she faced, the circle retreated and retreated into herself

Till it only included her

There was a rule in making these circles. At this pivotal point, she could choose where the tiny circle would lie

Either in her mind or in her heart

If she chose her heart, there was a great chance that the candle there could be rekindled and the circle could grow back to its former glory

If she chose her mind, there was a 50-50 chance of the fire to rekindle or disappear forever

Sending her to darkness

To inferno. To oblivion

We know what we would hope she would choose

But the heart wrenching fact remains that she should not have had to fall down so deep in her eyes

To have had to make such an agonizing decision

By Andale Seaworne

23. Pakistani. Muslim. People call me tubelight. Life is a roller coaster life but if you focus on the ups in life and have faith, life will be beautiful
Thoughts about things happening in everyday life stored in bubbles, waiting for the right time to burst out 😊
Loves McFlurry, Cheese and every food except green chilli, yoghurt, wasabi and humus 😎
Loves books and learning new things
Basketball girl πŸ€
Helping out those in need
Holding no expectations, making no comparisons. We are all people of many colours. Accept us for who we are without labels


I absolutely loved how you went on to build up the metaphor. All humans begin with dots, arching bigger and bigger circles, not realizing that bigger circles come at a cost. While there is so much to assume from outside there is much emptiness inside and you are merely lingering to keep the circumference together . Cozy circles are the key🍩

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It’s great that you picked out the core theme of my poem. I completely agree with you. Although it hurts and I do really enjoy cozy circles but I have no regrets keeping a big circle because I need to care for others. In any case, the emptiness inside is my responsibility only. it’s not anyone’s fault


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