A flashlight
At midnight
A rusty door
A sad eyesore
Prepared to explore
Hundreds of riveting books,
Grabbing by their hook’s
About martyr’s and crooks,
Even our beautiful scrapbooks,
A four-step library ladder,
Fruits on a pretty platter,
Flashlight fell with a clatter,
Yet we continued to chatter,
Especially about Chemistry and antimatter.
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Pooja Sinha is a content creator, writer, blogger & poet. She lives in Jamshedpur, India. Her formative years were in both Hong Kong & New Delhi. Her poetry and articles have been published in INKochi. She has been an active writer for several years.Her writing oscillates between poetry, prose & stories.
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