I Will Not Allow It
By Ridhima Bhagawati
I will not allow it.
A thousand shrill tearings of the throat,
Or the single scream in a fever dream,
With teardrops smudging precious study notes.
I will not allow it.
To infiltrate, guns ablazing,
To stain the floorboards of mansions
I have slept on, stargazing.
By Ridhima Bhagawati

do not allow to infiltrate your dream n wake you up. its very profound..keep stargazing