Surrounded by unknown faces,
Still struggling for ‪‪anonymity

Were two eyes,
With a hint of fear
Clinging to the eyelashes

Those eyes were alarmingly pretty
Easily the most attractive thing in the room

They spread warmth in the room
the kind of warmth you get from a fireplace
On a cold winter night.

Those eyes blinked to the world,
After an indefinite period of time

They sensed animosity in the atmosphere

A treacherous smile
Staring from the corner

While the walls whispered ugly things about them

One big push,the eyes became flushed with water
Struggling to open up

The freshwater conquered the saline water in them

A hand gently shut them,
And made a prayer

Another baby girl died,
Minutes after she was born.

About The Poet
Sheena Singh

Sheena Singh (UIET, PU Campus)

Words are her best friends and poetry the best place to hangout with them. 20,acts 10,Engineer by chance,loves deep meaningful conversations over latte,interested in psychology,fiction fan,incurable romantic.


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