SOLITUDE
Never again was the night void
The stars were the only witnesses
Of my existence.
No footprints there anymore
To follow,
When all the petty world just
Swiped away!
It was then, only then, my soul,
As tactile as the sea,
As explicit as the dandelion
Could get the best of me.
All the times of anonymous casts
That I was never meant to play,
Nostradamus tales came true at last
I was a star made of clay.
The writer is a class 11 student in Viqarunnisa Noon College
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