As I sat on my desk,

the most lethal weapon in my hand.

The world was afraid of what it would spill,

laden in blues, the plight of womanhood,

dirty black strokes of those, on the dais, stood,

crimson red, their death sentence,

just white, blank, good riddance,

the colours of my quill.

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Arushi Singh is an undergraduate pursuing Bachelor of Science in Nursing from All India Institute of Medical Sciences (AIIMS), Rishikesh. She distinguishes herself as an avid reader and a novice writer and want to indulge more into this world of literature and creativity. To read more of her works check out her blog- Unfiltered.

Selected by the editor as a featured submission, February 2021.

A kaleidoscope, family of three

each day a different scenery

senseless but beautiful it always seemed.

Came a time, the two mirrors broke

not suddenly but blow by blow.

Now, a fixed image

on the remaining third

of a child masking the very cut

in which he dumped all the sharps,

broken pieces and stitched shut.

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Arushi Singh is an undergraduate pursuing Bachelor of Science in Nursing from All India Institute of Medical Sciences (AIIMS), Rishikesh. She distinguishes herself as an avid reader and a novice writer and want to indulge more into this world of literature and creativity. To read more of her works check out her blog- Unfiltered.