The ghost had been haunting them for years,
Chasing shadows that were not their own.
As they watch their ghost bid a final farewell,
They stand smiling, finally feeling at home.
The ghost that had demeaned the night's voice,
Was now set on its last journey into the dark
Not even a pinch of nostalgia stings them,
The sense of fulfillment has numbed their nerves.
The ghost was headed towards oblivion,
Leaving behind only their scars and nightmares
The solitary triumph of finding one's own self
Spreads throughout their heart, their mind, their soul.
Author: Shriya Simran Pradhan
Editor: Abeer Tiwari