A Doe's Grief

By Chaitanyaa Singh

The forest glowed, the sky was blue,

Two gentle deer, just me and you.

We walked through leaves with hearts so light,

Not knowing death would come that night.

A sudden sound, a cruel blast—

I saw you fall, your eyes went still,

My world went dark, against my will.

No voice to call, no step to take,

Just pain too deep, a heart that breaks.

Now I walk where we once ran,

Alone, afraid, without a plan.

The forest speaks, but not like you—

It whispers loss, and all feels blue.

By Chaitanyaa Singh