Black Is A Compulsion

By Arshia Aggarwal

There’s someone

beside my bed

Every night, I

hear it weeping,

sounds like a woman.

On sleepless nights

I wonder

what does she cry about

Do I try to be her friend?

Will she even accept?

What if she hits me?

For we are two vulgar souls

And none of us lives happily.

By Arshia Aggarwal