Forest Where all The Poets when to Die.

By Vanshika Nigam

When she wanted to be held

She ran in a forest

With blurry vision

Without looking back

When she wanted someone to caress her feet

Thorns penetrated them

Stones cut them

They wept blood from them

When she wanted to hug

She just held a wide tree

Whose bark also died years ago

Of being untouched, undiscovered in the deep forest where sane people fear to go

When she wanted to hold someone’s hand

She plucked grass from the ground

She scratched her own hands and the dead remain of her soft lively skin lived in a

corner of her nails

She crushed her wild hands between her teeth and tried to tame them

When she wanted a hand on her head and a kiss on her forehead

She banged her head on the dead bark

She pulled her hair ruthlessly to control her desire just like the rider pulls the bridle to

control the horse

The dense fog above her made her hairs dewy, sucked all the warmth that was left in

her

When she wanted a hand to wipe her tears

She felt hard, dead bark against them scratching her wet skin

The forest didn’t comfort her but it surrounded her gave her a place to hide

It became her home where she would hide and let the forest consume the life form her

By Vanshika Nigam