Poetry, Quill

TEARS ARE MY NAME

Under these sheets of time
I search for my name
behind all the fallen borders
Lost I am, in the burning flame –

flames in which my home was melted
given with nothing but grey stones
among these slayers of time
my name mirrors fields of white bones

and desert of death in which my house sleeps
abandoned by laughter, song, and play
where days are washed by a tango of tears …
what other could my name say …

alone, I walk this earth nameless… homeless
for my home is sorrow, my name is pain:
and I bury them under these sheets of time
so it won’t ever happen again …

Published by Samaira Guleria

Hi! My name is Samaira Guleria and I am a student at Carmel Convent School, Chandigarh, India. I am in the 10th standard. I have a keen interest in Science and am rather inquisitive by nature. I like to read and am extremely passionate about swimming and soccer. I am also a national level swimmer. My main aim through this blog is to make people more aware of their surroundings and helping them to learn and grow more. I look forward to our journey together.

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