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
9 replies on “BUBBLE 26 – THE GIRL WHO DREW CIRCLES”
So beautiful. Sounds like the story of many of us. As we grow our spirit taken away bit by bit with the experiences we get. Let them not break us instead emerge strong from them
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Yeah its a story of alot of people. But we must try to not lose ourselves in these hurdles of life. Thank you 😁
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lovely piece of writing, thoughtful and makes me ponder my own life.
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I found this really intriguing. Very metaphorical. It feels like the circles/ light represent how much we put into other people.
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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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You are quite right there🙃
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This is written so beautifully.. kudos!
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Thank you soooo much!!! This means a lot 😊😊
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