Afterlife awaits

I looked out over the rusty square

Moonlight was peeking into my dusty room

But there was no moon to be seen,

No stars to gaze at.

All I could gather was the shine from the clouds.

I had seen it before,

A life it takes


I used to be intrigued and scared.

Now I just admire it.

Every window it peeked into, a life went away.

The light increased,

Symbolizing that my

Afterlife awaits.


Author: Prachi Saini

Editor: Ananya Chaure


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