"Snow-covered bamboo leaves"
by Azly Rahman
I looked out of my window. The world was white.
As white as the
snow: falling and falling as if each snowflake must become
Of the longest story ever told.
bit of snow fall become one amongst millions and billions.
snowflakes that will become a blanket of whiteness
That will be
weaved like an endless design of a carpet of a story.
postscripts of a life that will be concluded in white.
I looked out of my window. I saw not a single snowflake.
world was not white.
Leaves from those bamboo trees fall:
falling as if each must
Become what a child’s dream is made of.
saw a child barefoot
Playing with a blowpipe he made out of the
postscript of his future.
his sorrows I suppose.
He is a child of Nature.
looked at me as I looked outside of my window.
We locked eyes.
I did not know what he saw. From amongst the
bamboo trees his eyes pierced into mine..
Not a frown
he offered as a gift.
between the snowflakes and the bamboo leaves lie our story weaved.