by S. Rupsha M., 17

Somewhere that is home,
Somewhere where I can be,
The way I want to be, sans
The cantankerous clatter of everyday, sans the cacophony of regrets, sans the solitude–comfortably
Sans the weight of pain, sans the lingering loss like rancid taste in the tongue–
I would like to dwell in that place–
Where it’s ease, after losses of labor,
Where everything that’s untasteful is tastefully arranged,
Where solitude is like a silent soothing symphony not sequestration,
I love to be there, I yearn to be there,
Where like a blanket of warmth,
I am surrounded with a secure breath, breathing of jasmine scent, and an
ethereal essence of
Being free.

Kolkata, India