Prayer Cap

The cap sits on my head, like the moon smiling.
It is a piece of puzzle.
The cap has been here since I was an infant.
It is always there when I pray.

The cap holds a bucket load of memories
It is one of my favourite accessories.
It is a piece of art.
The cap has a special place in my heart.

The cap covers my thick hair.
Being left alone in the dark is its worst enemy.
Your eyes will be amazed by its sky-blue skin.
It feels comfortable when it’s near me.

I remember the day when it was gifted to me:
My dad bought it when I was only three.
It was gifted for a purpose
and that purpose is to make me religious.

It’s the size of a fresh coconut
and lives beside my bed.
The patterns on it are a picture book
Of geometrical designs for my mind.