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Feature 1: 'All the world's a stage.'



A bright breezy, sunny day it was,

How springs would offer, some moments to pause

To savour the sweetness of the soil floating

I closed my eyes to see, but found me rotting!


There I am on a wooden boat!

With an oar in my hand, having pain in my throat,

I longed to shout for help and cried

But the solitary water of the river did quietly slide.


But unlike the water, I was not alone,

I had a cat to company and a face unknown.


‘Hello’, my eyes said to her,

But she seemed lost and

Kept staring at the moving water.


There was a deep silence amidst the gushing flow

There was a deep sound amidst the greens in the row


I wanted to go back to the story of my life

Enjoying spring breezes in the afternoon till five.


I had the oar in my hand but I let that go

I held the hand of the girl unknown

She looked into my eyes, with deadly stares

As she breathes, her heartbeats were scared.

The cat jumped into the flowing river

And water splattered, gave me a shiver.

I soon saw the girl weeping, staring at the water,

To comprehend the mysterious cat slaughter.

‘Hushhhh’ – screamed the greens near me!!!!

My heart asked me, “Where are we?”


“Redemption lies in oblivion”, said the girl!

The river around has surrounded me

World’s drowning in sorrow, please hurry!

Scared and frightened my heart felt a deep ache!

Peeing into my memory and counting all the mistakes.

Before I could apologize,

she pushed me into the cat-gulping water,

I struggled, moved my hands to rescue

To find me in my room, to value –

The gift of oblivion and realizing

One’s ‘entrance’ and ‘exit’.


Kirti Mondal, 2nd year

B.Sc H. Computer Science

Indraprastha College for Women


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