Ankita Khanna

Rookie (11/2/1998 / india, nasik, maharashtra.)

Belongs To Me.

Over the mountains as he strides,
I hear this old man's voice,
Pearcing though eyes through envious spectacles.
He calls my name, I feel betrayed.
He calls again,
Again and again,
Till I by my unwillingness am forced to turn.
He closes his eyes, his deep marrow seems to be ice.
Father this sain't is to me, Yet a devil indeed!

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