My Existence

By Shreshtha Srivastava

I am a shadow in an obsidian night, 

I am a flower that never bloomed so full and bright, 

I am a fruit that remained sweet less and raw,

I am a dream that no one ever saw, 

I am a song no one heard, 

I am a memory that no one recovered, 

This is how I exist, 

A soul in the dark,

Yet waiting for a spark.

By Shreshtha Srivastava