The Scarred Playhouse Poem by Sanjib Saha

I'm running, just running,
With everyone chasing me
To catch me.
I'm panting, can't run anymore,
Yet I'm running!

The teenager in playhouse
Cries out,
'Don't touch me inside the Playhouse, I'll die! '
But I entered that playhouse, Touched her.
She said, 'What have you done?
I've truly died this time! '

Outside the scarred playhouse,
They were all mocking then.
I survived that day.
I'm still alive.
That was ages ago.

'Did you really die that day? '

I don't remember! '

— Sanjib Saha