Bushra Khalid Khatib
International Indian School, Jeddah
I am living in a fish bowl,
And I think I am growing gills.
I am getting all misshapen,
And I still cant pay my bills.
Like a germ under a microscope
They watch me every day.
They want to know what I will do next,
And I have to say.
I am really not that special,
Just an ageing flowers child.
To my personal Piper,
I dance is life’s path.
His music s so soothing and fine.
And the more they complain all about my bright colours,
The more rainbows I will leave behind.