Escape

By Ananya Sarkar

I saw a person sitting in a field of flowers,

In her hand she held her broken soul,

Her smile glowed soft like the moonlight,

But, through her eyes, a very different story was told.

A moment later, water gushed down from the skies,

Drowning both - the darkness and the light,

And I heard her laughter as she drowned too,

For she finally found her escape route.

By Ananya Sarkar