The Lost Me: 16-25

By Malavika Arun

You don't know who I am

Where I am from

What I crave for,

You don't know the thousand suns,

I have watched in darkness

Defocus her behind the glass

As fragile when birth,

you sllip away from the hands.

You don't know what I asked What I wept

What I banged

Materials around in grave

Staring to be used

To be touched

Little did they know they lost her The innocent eyes glowing at the ring.

By Malavika Arun