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
Author: Prachi Saini
Editor: Ananya Chaure