Fate's Draft : A Teen's Perspective on Falling
- Nimitya Jain
- Jun 14
- 1 min read
The rued part of me is betrayed, summoned as an enlisted criminal
pinned to a wall of despair.
Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
Yet, I fell
into the darkness of life —
onto a map, 700 years of rings built beneath, a bliss of heart so big
the length, stronger than what it meant,
the intense grove, serene within,
the glowing orange in the sky, sparkles throughout —
Until fierce winds crash out.
Trees cry, grass shrivels dry
,and THUD.
The hemlock died,
the sky mourns alike.
The palm fakes a life.
Now, the sunlight, water and air? Redundant.
Roots? Pulled out — snapped out.
The leaves? Still scattered,
unfinished letters into the hidden soul.
Twists and turns fast, browns — fate's draft.
And when at last
it surrendered to gravity,
the silence that followed felt heavy,
for it was not man's callousness but nature's fury...
WRITTEN BY-
Nimitya Jain
