Rhyme Time
Colour of grief

Black is lonely

Black is like the bitterness of isolation

It sounds like the unsettling quietness of a room, empty and dark

It feels like the velvety softness of a single raven’s feather

It tastes like a dismal dinner for one

It looks like the hollow emptiness of a lost companion’s eyes

It smells like the burning wax of a solitary candle in a sea of blackness

It feels like the vulnerability of having no friends to shield you

It sounds like a bird forever calling for its deceased mate

It tastes like the salty bitterness of a tear sliding down the soft curve of a cheek

It smells like an olive’s pungent aroma

It looks like the dark empty expanse of a night without friends

It reminds me of the terrible purposelessness of living a beautiful day without loved ones to share it with

Black is sorrow

Trisha Datta, V, Hillsborough High School,
Hillsborough, New Jersey

I am not a hero but not even a zero

I am not good but not even bad

I have so many friends

But my best friend is my dad

He makes me smile when I am sad

He tells me the tips of success

I miss him in my school recess

He works very hard everyday

To see me at the top he yearns each day

I will not let him down

One day I’ll make him wear my success crown

Harmuskaan Kaur Kang, VII-A,
Sacred Heart Convent School, Jagadhri

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