Darling dear, my inevitable approaches
The bane in my chest, a burden
Sheltered by a thousand roaches
The end must be a gift, I’m certain
My heart cracks second per second
It strains me to stay a moment more
Losing is better if this is the price to pay,
No longer willing to live a forced war
I wish torn papers would tear my destiny
I wish for a thousand things more
But you and I know there isn’t an eternity
This is the real end of a false lore
I apologise for my subsequent absence
Alas, there is no elixir, no cure
What a way to end a journey
What a way to mark the origin of yours
Darling dear, I know you hate when I call you that
Though, I hope you won’t object this time
Me and my lonely are at peace somehow
The echo of my goodbye rings like a chime
– Aadya Handa, Delhi Public School, Noida
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