Written by: Nitesh Singh Bista - 25013, Grade XI
Posted on: 22 September, 2023
I screamed “Help me cry aloud”
Oh god why you blessed me when I didn't want
Tears and tears too I have to pour
Bought darkness within with a taste of sour
I was a night to moon as a spot black
And it was so, I was always very glad
Rotten flesh all I ate
Well, that is what keeps me fit
Don't want to be praised or admired
Caused I was a nice, good child
They crushed me and called me the devil
As I did things and always will
Its pride the hell my home
Killed all of me and past glimpses gone
I pray on “yamraj” for darkness to prevail
Till I wrote my darkest past to be revealed.
