If I Were Her Pillow

If I were a pillow of a girl,

I will wipe the tears she sheds at night.

I will hide the secrets she keeps in mind.

I will heal the wounds she hides in a smile.

If I were a pillow of a girl,

I will take the problems she hath to find 

I will snuggle her in pain like the ocean snuggled the shore.

I will turn that mournful twilight into a pleasant daylight.

If I were a pillow of a girl,

I will fade the problems in the dimness of night.

I will hold her shaking hands on this anxious night.

I will keep her away from reality and lose her in dreams of night…

One dark, rainy winter’s night

I put my cloak on my shoulder and left my hostel room to hear and feel the pitter-patter of rain and nature’s lullaby. I wanted to know because secrets are hidden in this dusk. I moved my hand a little ahead to save some drops. I was utterly lost in the beauty of this night. My hair were swinging in the wind, and I was completely wet. I graspedsomething like the drops were talking to me; when I did much more focus, I heard a girl crying, and it scared me a lot. For a while, I thought I had caught a cold, and I was not my senses, but I couldn’t overlook it. So, I went behind the voice, and it was the most unforgettable moment in my life when I saw a hesitant girl crying, holding her pillow against her mouth to hide and lower the voice coming from her throat. I saw her from the window, and it was the most painful moment of my life. I saw her for an hour, but I didn’t hope to ask her the reason, and then I realized I wished “I were a pillow of girl I would snuggle without critique.”