And I who thought
That all the trains had left,
All the bells have ranged and
All the clocks stopped.
Never again
And then this
There is rippling and singing from
Nowhere.
No tick tack and just pin drop silence.
The second hand spins around like a
Drunk ballerina,
On the dance floor of eternity.
The scene had turned and coming back,
With all its force and longing it’s too
Comical.
Yes!
Me and my heart of stone
By: Ahtisham Qureshi
Class 8th
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