
Writer: Menna Abdelfattah
Editor: Ahmed Ashry
In the middle of the night,
The stars shine so bright,
They make a glow that is a sight,
Everyone catches its brilliant lights,
Little do they know it’s just a front,
While they’re enchanted by its glory,
The stars are weeping for their story;
Once was a little star that was free,
Now it’s just a bomb that can’t flee,
Wishing it could go back, but it is destiny
So the explosion is bound to be,
And the brightest star expresses its fright
From the horrid night that is to come
Praying that it all ends,
But it all ends with the last Thump!
Great
A fantastic poem and great choice of words
Simply beautiful.I love how the writer has played with the words this brilliantly.