At times I get afraid
At times I can't pretend
At times I feel alone
When everyone is gone
I sit still in a big room,like a statue with no life
I feel blunt and scared like a holder with no knife
The clock in this silence sings a different melody
Like music from an instrument or maybe a parody
The crowded room seems much bigger
Where I can roam freely and no one would trigger.
A sudden chill spreads in place as no arguments heat up
And no one is to shout to make them keep up
I settle down in my place and enjoy this silent glory
Without any fear or any worry
-By
Ashlesha Dubey
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