Haseeb

"Daydreamer"

Nobody understands

Why he climbs the tallest tree,

Spreads his arms after reaching the top

And bows down to the birds.



Nobody understands

Why he wears a hat and

Curtsies only when a butterfly

Rushes and flies by.

People stare as he walks by

Looking down at the ground

As if searching for his long lost love

When he’s looking at the ants.

Ask him and he’ll call the sun

A moon of the day

Because what’s the use of dreaming

If you’re not awake?

And as his world spins in fantasies

He plays in the rain, making

Reality as fragile as the rain

That dries up when in pain

And he stares at the ground

Which, in fact, reflects

The traces of a vanished life

He plans to live.