by Harshita Das aged 12

The mist is thick, where I reside
It’s silent as the pitch-black night
No one here, no one in sight
And I don’t know, where to go

I trace the forest’s ferny floors,
No friends or foes, I’m all alone
Stuck in this nightmare, wherever I go
No one joins me, no one knows

And at last, when the rain comes down
In puddles, I had felt, I was going to drown
Yet the splatter made no sound
As the silence leaves me, feeling free

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