Radha Jha
As if my brain is going to bleed,
And my nerves will burn by the fire in it,
There is no peace in me,
Though I am in a place where there is no crowd of humans,
But the crowd of thoughts and aggression is killing me,
Burning me with cold situation and
I am frozen with the burning words in my head.
I am tired but I can’t stop.
I am active but I can’t work.
Only if I could snatch all my skin,
And cry all my tears
If only I could give all my voice to the air.
The world around me is so anonymous.
And the world within me is still a stranger.
(Radha Jha is a +2 level student at St. Xavier’s College. She can be reached at [email protected].)
