Await

Tejashree Sonawane
IX B

Sometimes I sit and I wonder How life would be If were a fictional character.
It would be so strange and scary To live in an uncanny unfamiliar world Which is so fraternally familiar.
I would meet my favourite characters Go on long walks By the river Pedra Have with them the endless talks And ask them the wildest questions.
We feel as if we have been spied –They would say Someone killed the beloved’s lover –They would say.
I got scared I wanted to run Run away from this filthy place Which is a fairyland Under the pixie dust of books.
No, the pixie dust was cleared The clouds of anger prevailed Over the magnanimous sun The only thing that was left Was my own self.
I lost hope I wanted to leave Leave this place Leave this life.
Until this one night When the sun arose Hounding the dark clouds Welcoming the rainbow.
I wondered what had happened Then I realised –it was her! She had opened the book! She read the book And I read her face She closed the book
And I missed her gaze.
But she would always come back I could hear her laughter I would catch her tears We held hands when she touched the book
We kissed when she sniffed the pages. And everything was going well. One day, the clouds returned And the sun sank I knew that she would come back I even made the pages sunflower I sprinkled pixie dust in the air I screamed and screamed Wishing she would her me But she never came back And I – I waited, I waited.

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