The pillow is damp
The room and my spirits, both dark
This is not the first time
It has been happening now, time and again

They say-“Why do you sleep so late at night?”
They know not how scary night is
They do not know my fears, my pains They know not
For I bury my tears behind my glowing face
Lower my eyes to avoid the truth

They say-“You have lots of free time, enjoy and utilize it!”
Yes! Lots of time but of no use

There is no change in life
No outings, no classes, no nothing
Only my home, the taunts, the fear
And the...