Written by: Anukrama Poudel - 22031, Grade XI
Posted on: 02 November, 2020
I recalled things that happened,
In these past few years.
It hurts to remember how I tried,
To make relations with those
Who would bring me tears.
What a fool I was to not know
That had I talked to you,
I would never have to bow
In front of those, who used
To put on fake shows.
It’s the end of a journey
And I want to forget,
All the filthy words if I have ever said.
Because for you,
Thanking wouldn’t be enough,
As getting paid.
