(Inspired from an anime called 'Your Lie in April')
Traffic lights
telling me to go;
why can't I bring myself to go on?
Violin in hand,
nails all chipped;
why doesn't the stage frighten me?
A black cat,
heavy rainfall,
all bad luck charms.
Hospital bed,
an eighty-percent chance of not making it after all;
why is everything falling apart?
Last performance,
a pianist who had it all;
weren't you scared when you lost it all?
A love letter
written with my own blood;
you were my good luck charm all along.
- Harsimran Sidhu
B.A. Prog
Third Year
[Edited by Mehak Aggarwal and Shreya Jathavedan
Art Curated by Mehak Aggarwal and Ritika Mittal]
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