SOLITUDE

Never again was the night void

The stars were the only witnesses

Of my existence.

No footprints there anymore

To follow,

When all the petty world just

Swiped away!

It was then, only then, my soul,

As tactile as the sea,

As explicit as the dandelion

Could get the best of me.

All the times of anonymous casts

That I was never meant to play,

Nostradamus tales came true at last

I was a star made of clay.

The writer is a class 11 student in Viqarunnisa Noon College