Vellum – Shourye Dwivedi


A yellowed plane of being

Is turned by a furious hand

As I dance from scene to scene

Running amid the world of yesterdays.

They shout out to me:

“Save us!” The scream

As a jeweled tear drips from my eye

For poor the unseen, unheards.

Yet we are forgotten,

Permanently tethered

To the plane

As the world about us changes

I look about the edge of infinity

Upon our world,

Like none before

And for the last moment I dance

For the last moment I skip

For the last moment

My heart

Feels joy

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