Amann Aroraa (28 March 1993 / New Delhi)

On nights darker than others,
My anxiousness succeeds my goodwill
Like an afraid kid, bullied by mean folks,
I lie on my bed, uneasy, unstill.

I wonder around the house to find a mean
For satisfying the unreasonable quest.
I finish my tour outside your room,
Where I stand with a renewed zest.

I spent years to make you believe
That I can manage everything on my own.
But, on these nights, darker than others,
All those claims are gone.

I want to yell, but I whisper to myself
Old enough, but I still need you.
When every one has a doubtful eye on me,
I need you to tell me what I can do.
When everyone laugh and make fun when I fail
I need you to pamper me on my defeat.
When every one leaves me in the hole alone,
I need your hand to support my shivering feet.
When every one is losing the human in him,
I need you to narrate the bedtime tales.
When every one is tormented in desert's flame.
I need your company in beautiful vales.