My Creation

By Anshi Awasthi

Away from the chaos of the world.

A place where my voice can be heard.

I made this place inside my head.

Where other peoples’ minds can be read.

I know my brain is too small for this place to exist.

I too have many questions written in a long list.

To whom should I ask?

This is the most difficult task.

But I like it anyway.

I can mold things here like clay.

According to my imagination.

Everything there is my creation.

I am happy there.

Everyone there knows how to care.

But it’s not real.

That’s why it’s important to conceal.

Because people destroy beautiful things.

My place to which my heart clings.

By Anshi Awasthi