In a world where
black spills from tortured eyes
and people drink cups of lies.

In a world where
darkness forms the core essence
and dementors haunt my demented presence.

I writhe and turn in this self-made cage,
Sculpted out of misery and rage.
Silence hovers amidst those sleepless nights,
Far more terrorizing than endless cries.

But now I slowly carve my way out,
as a butterfly breaks the cocoon.
I teach myself to live again;
from the ashes, a Phoenix will rise soon.

– Ishita Gupta, Amity International School, Noida


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