Aug 6, 2023
Protagonist
It was pouring heavily,
there was no light of hope.
Droplets were kissing my cheeks
wind was blowing hard,
I don't know from where to start.
It felt like I was the only one on the street,
like Bollywood movies.
I wasn't able to catch a glimpse of,
then entered the protagonist of my story,
and the antagonist, the stormy clouds.
He (the protagonist) slowly walked towards me,
every second was like an hour
he took me in his arms and there was no looking back.
Petrichor of wet land,
he and me on streets of Paris walking hand-in-hand.
Air was filled with love,
there was music all around.
What a bliss it was ,
to have a cup of coffee and cookies,
listening some lofi
and seeing artists with their croquis.
But suddenly a droplet hit my face hard
and the bubble of love burst.
I realized,
I was the only one on the street,
Of course with the antagonist, those stormy clouds.
There was no space for the protagonist,
for I was the protagonist myself
and light of hope came from within.
Those moments spent by myself,
taking me on a journey to my inner self.
Tejal Choudhary
Tejal is a student of grade X. She loves reading fiction books and writing poems. She is a keen learner and loves travelling.
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