A Pure Thought

By Ishika Verma

What should we feel when we don’t feel at all?

Here in this dramatic play what’s my role?

Thoughts need to be pure and gigantic?

But why can’t it always become romantic?

Sometimes harsh reality feels so satisfying.

That I feel okay without even rectifying.

I need some real values to depend upon,

sometimes it’s perfect to become like stone.

My ankles twist every time, every second I try to fly.

Obviously I don’t have real wings but I still try.

Because without trying how will I know my worth,

to learn, to live, to be happy is my right by birth.

By Ishika Verma