There
was deathly silence,
imprisoned souls,
seized minds.
A while ago someone
demolished
all the thoughts,
all the questions raised
in that little devil’s
head.
Someone marked the windows,
which shouldn’t be opened.
He listened,
grasped every bit.
That world was naive for him,
where dreams,
hope, and
innate
desires of his own,
massacred already.
- Ankita Chauhan