Daily Routine

By Maanya Johari

Moonlight trickling down my cheeks The breeze shapes a smile As I lay in the lap of nature A sphere of life Full of serenity Dark and hollow How wrong I was To be hit by shooting stars

Which fell from The constellation of my life All my wounds deepening And scars darkening This dark art is a sin I carry all day all night Some habits die hard But this is a daily routine

By Maanya Johari