Fire Landing on Ice

A fresh chopped moon radiates,
Facing the lacy waves.
Here, a ripple,
Tries to reach the shore, collides.
Pastel lanterns float in the sky,
To meet the shooting stars.

Like the moon,
I stare at my splitting self with craters.
What has gone so wrong?
Not just with me, but with everyone I see?
Their perpetual frowns hang from the edge of our brows.
I'm here to drop mine and see it slowly dissolve.

A shivery heart claims to be at ease,
Terrified, allowing the burdens to increase,
Silently waits for sparks,
The freezing wind howls, 
It should not ache to watch fireworks.

The writer is a student at Metropolitan University, Sylhet.