Friday, April 16, 2021

The Oasis by Tanvi Nagar

She pictured the forests-

She heard the moonlit darkness call 

Inside the darkness, she felt 

She would have solitude and calm. 

So she walked into the jungle 

A little light was all she had 

The trees loomed

The animals cried out 

The winds blew strong.

It was then that she began to realise 

That she had understood it all wrong

The darkness was an oasis of its kind 

It couldn’t bring more light 

All it would do to her was misguide.

So she turned back and made her way 

The anxiety loomed 

Pain made her cry out 

The winds blew strong.

This time she wasn’t running away 




A warrior in the making. 

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