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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