Deep in a town which saw no dawn
Lived a girl whose skin was the color of the sun
Draped in a cascade of black that covered all
But the eyes of spring staring into the gun
Her ornamental fingers behind her head
With knees on the ground common in prayer
As she looked into the grey sky one last time
A glimmer of hopeful light pierced her stare
And loud her soul splattered on the soil
Red bore in as her mark of rebellion
When last reunited with the single celestial
That others were soon to join
Published by Sashrika Pathak
Sashrika is an aspiring writer who dabbles in poetry, long-form journalism, and the occasional social/philosophical rambling.
She is completing her graduation in Literature and cameos in a small splattering of magazines and online portals as both an editor and a writer.
In her free time, you can catch her guzzling an inordinate amount of caffeine and holding onto a thick crusty novel from another time. You may if lucky, even catch her guiltily updating her usually defunct blog (one of many).
Controversial, free-spirited, lost in her own head, she floats on a cloud in simple cotton and leads an idealistic life with a smile that masks her painful anxiety.
Tune into her work anonymously and allow yourself to moonwalk into her world.
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