Gloom
There was an unexplained gloom
In this season when flowers bloom
Silent were the winds, the tress still
A déjà vu, it was a familiar feel
Silently the birds soared across
the empty sky; a lingering feeling of loss
She looked at the flared up sun
Feeling insides of her eyes burn
Her heart felt astray
As she walked down this brutal day
A slow death, is that what she was living?
Shaivee Chokshi
16th March 2022
