Page 20 - CORNICE GRADE 9

THE ISLAND OF RESURRECTED TREES AND

ONYX INK

When the sky is weeping
And the sun remains no longer,
Here come the waves of fatigue
Oh the greedy waves of fatigue
Not neglecting a single square meter of my mind, my

body
But even when my entire soul is blanketed with gust
THE ISLAND OF RESURRECTED TREES AND of agony,

ONYX INK I find the tip of my fingers long to
Towards the portal to another world

A better one
THE SWORD THAT KILLED Just between islands made of resurrected trees
CAESAR

My hand fell over my heart, And the ocean of onyx ink
I dive into the ocean of the same 26 letters
My breathing became short,
Rearranged in different ways proceeding to create a
Pain shot throughout my body,
world of its own
I refused to give up.
Just like the waves of the ocean

It's still same water
I was not surprised, I come across the wonders and horrors of this world

I expected this from those A world that my mind is so eager to explore
vultures, Pages after pages

Not him, however, Waves after waves
Not my friend whom I regarded And then I reach the last full stop
with such love. I reach the shore.
The feelings of sadness and anger I find my fingers close this portal

outweighed my pain, Even when every cell of my body was undesirous of it
And just then I apperceive the sun gleaming against
Betrayal was what made me let
my face
go,
Forming a perpetually runny smile I am not
When I saw the hand attached to
conscious of
the last sword,
I with love, place this portal on a shelf perpendicular
I gave up.
to my bed
“Et tu, Brute?” I thought,
The same portal that has managed to yet again save
He who I thought of as a friend, me,

He who I trusted with many From the greedy waves of fatigue, and the gusty
secrets, winds of agony
Brutus had betrayed me, and so, I The portal that goes by the name,

gave up. Book.
-Raabiya Sharma
-Chetana Bhandari 11