Isolation

By Ananya Iyer

Demolish,

Destruct,

Break and severe ties,

Abolish these constructs,

That takes your rights.

Transparent,

Oh, that beautiful outline,

We could see through it,

As it flies by,

That Glasswing butterfly.

Here,

There,

Everything,

Comes tumbling down,

You are the stranger,

In this lumbering town,

Everything is upright,

When the chaos comes plummeting down.

It's startling now,

No questions about the why,

In regards to the how.

By Ananya Iyer