I Am a Piece of Coal || Biplob Kabiraz

 I Am a Piece of Coal

Biplob Kabiraz

I am just a piece of coal—burning down to ash,

I tried to give light, yet no one asked, “Will you survive, my lad?”

Touch me, and your hands get dirty—that's considered my flaw,

I dream to be a diamond, but I never get the grace, the nurturing core.

Born in darkness, wrapped in a foggy sheet,

Wished to become the sun—now I fade in lonely defeat.

Whenever I reach out, people move away, saying, “You're just dust,”

They fail to see the light within, a paradise aglow, hidden in trust.

I am wrapped in the scent of burning, my chest cries in pain,

No one hears that song, no one cares to know from where it came.

Step by step, I'm denied, though even stones melt with care,

But I keep burning all alone, no one dares to come near, not even to stare.

Maybe one day, someone will see, the glow inside my soul,

And say, “This little piece had fueled an eternal hope, whole.”

But will that day ever come? Or will I lie in dust,

Burning myself away in shadows of blind trust.