Unsettled

Nov 26, 2022

1 min read

By Onjoli Shinde

“Should there be haste?

We just met,”

The darkness crept on me.

As I trudged along

The clandestine passage

Inside my reverie.

In evanescent silence,

A moment’s bliss,

I beheld in the void

An arsonist.

Now set ablaze the gossamer

Foe of my foes;

And oh, to be a blithe spirit

In such chaos.

By Onjoli Shinde

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