You towered over me, oh dear sky,
Thinking that you have finally succeeded
In keeping me beneath you, suffocating me with your sun,
And clouds and moon and stars,
Slowly lulling me to celebrate
A false reality uncontrolled by me.
But look at me now as I look at you,
Staring right into your immense void,
Can't you see, right here, right now,
Your vastness shrunk to the size
Of my eyeballs?
© Shinjini Bhattacharjee
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Shinjini describes herself as a 23 year old jabberwocky who loves to explore the poems garbed in emotions of varied hues every moment of her life composes.