Through our interlaced fingers, I weaved you a song,
flights to Jupiter, stardust in our palms.
Now you search for another universe,
so you can drain its earth out.
Oh! But how you fail miserably,
for there is no place else so giving.
Your sneering pity when I told you my lover’s crimes,
calming my whimpers with words that rhyme.
“Such cruel monsters in human flesh;
unworthy of love, they made you a mess!”
Scowling at their ugly games,
in the end, that is who you became.
Ashlesha
B. A (H) Geography
Second Year
Art curated by Kirti Mondal
Edited by Sneha Kumari and Priyambada Kashyap
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