I believed once and for the rest of my life
My love has left and so has the sunrise
In the morning, right behind the sun
I prayed for next morning not come
Before I left, the words I’d wrote
How I never needed to live through?
I repeated thousands of words…
I walked thousands of miles…
How I never needed loneliness in piles?
Who could hear? Who could find?
I might be the invisible kind…
I’d been living into the world of my own
Or I believe I wanted to be shown
As someone’s Love… As someone’s sunshine
I wanted to be loved
I needed to be confined.
— By Somna Kapoor