Memories

Art by: Daniel Zenders

You’ve got a graveyard deep inside you,

a figure filled with ghosts;

there is no peace beneath,

a haunting of your own.

They’re always banging doors

and breaking your precious vases;

these spirits will break you down,

burying you down in inches.

When it gets dark, it begins,

the voices and the doubt circle your mind;

you can’t help but feel insane,

feeling like the devil in disguise.

The priest won’t be your savior,

this anguish is embedded in your head;

you’ve dug up a pit of memories

better left for dead.

-Richa Jain

B.A. Prog

Third Year

Edited by: Malayka Singh and Shreya Jathavedan

Art curated by: Ritika Mittal