3 AM

By Harshita Mishra

Tick-tick  on my clock, says it all

Says it all the sound of whispering ghost 

crying with no tear, no fear I have when they say 

click-click  nice photograph, should u not shine less? 

Less is what I have in me,

 I'm losing it , I'm losing it .

People with no scar, 

tell me?Are you the star?

 The star that shines in the sky,

Surely once you too died! 

Look-look  the dead is beautiful,

 so what about me? Is it a lie or am I alive?

By Harshita Mishra