The stranger bneath the clothA Poem by Harman-yan_13
I opened the door of my home.
Darkness clung to every room. The corridors were echoing with silence. People stood still, their eyes closed. In the middle lay a body, covered in white cloth. I moved forward. The situation felt unreal. I searched the shadows for my parents. My father knelt beside my mother, arms around her grief. I felt relieved " but wait... who is lying beside her? I walked towards the corpse to have a look. Slowly, I lifted the cloth. The face beneath gave me a shock. I can't breathe, but I couldn't look away. It was a familiar person, but it wasn’t me. His face looked the same, but whiter than mine. He looked so calm and peaceful, Lying in the lap of death " lifeless and beautiful. © 2025 Harman-yan_13Author's Note
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1 Review Added on August 10, 2025 Last Updated on August 10, 2025 AuthorHarman-yan_13Aligarh, Uttar pradesh, IndiaAboutI am a 14 years teenager. I mostly write what I feel about something. By writing I feel light as it is a medium by which I can express my feelings. I am not an expert poet so my poems can contain a so.. more.. |

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