Student Feature: Poetry By Prakhar Mishra

Crimson Memories I see an ashen sky, streaks of metal birds fleetingI hear the ghosts’ silence, past the bullets’ echoes lingeringI feel the earth tremble, tremble pens, hearts, and hands,Taste metal, beer, fear; smell gasoline, wastelands Leave this inferno, I adjure,Your soul does not belong, so pure We saw stars stretched across the Stygian sky,Continue reading “Student Feature: Poetry By Prakhar Mishra”