To Everyone, Their Own.

For all it was a curse, an unattainable destiny.

But then, maybe it was a blessing,

Bestowed on only a few.

For me it was joy, a reason to smile.

But then, for the rest it was just the sky,

Crying it all out.

For some it was a path straighter than any,

But then, there were bends further ahead,

When our road was clear.

For most it was claustrophobic and confined,

But then, for them it was different;

Where they were alive.

For us it was melancholy, sorrow and sadness.

But then for some, it was only then,

That they smiled.

-Momina.