By-Muskaan Duneja


Glory for one and pain for another,

However for her, it hit like a meteor-

Tearing her heart and creating a cavity of

An everlasting impact of being alone,

Sometimes providing a pretty solitary

And sometimes a river of emotions.


She wasn’t physically alone

Yet, mentally she had no one around.

She wanted to disappear,

Yet, deep inside her heart

She wanted to be found.


In an empty, dark room she wandered

Searching for someone to fill it

With never-ending luminosity and aesthetics.

Someone who notices the tempest in her eyes,

The stillness in her voice

And the sound of her ripping heart.



This poem has been published in the book 'The Last Flower Of Spring'. Buy the paperback copy on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn

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