When I was 13.


Tears were glinting in my eyes

Cried aloud, staring the sky.

I went through a whole range of emotions

Tried to stand, I felt some suffocation.

I sank in the dark, total misery

I was hiding then, no publicity.

I shuffled my feet

Walked on the sand all alone

Within me, a new me was born.

I bewailed for what all I did

Sobbing, into the night’s mid.

I didn’t break down in front of anyone.

~Harshita Solanki


When I was 13 (pt.1)

Poem on Mother



Harshita Solanki

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