Creaky stairs and aphonic dreams
Besiege me as I caress countless spines
My fingertips touching limitless sequences, arrangements
That somehow make sense.

The eld reeks across the room–
A faint biblichor settling over me
Feels like a daydream
But I haven’t seen the sun in a million years
The only light I behold
Is from the pulsating flame of the candle
That melts its way through my nimble hand every night.

As I dance through the old bookshelves
With a train of white satin lurking behind me
I hear a symphony–
A symphony too sweet to be somewhere this brown
My candle inhales the honey
And leads me to the darkest corner one can see.

There lie a few wilted daisies
With their petals like spider legs
And I can’t help but imagine how
They wait to see the sun
Which they haven’t seen in a million years
Because the only light they behold
Is from the pulsating flame of the candle
That melts its way through my nimble hand every night.

Mira Sehgal, Amity International School, Noida

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