The journey to myselfIn a war-torn land far away,I was all alone walking on dried clay,in the quest to find who I was,turned to what most would call a nightmare. Few faint dots, which turned out to be heads,were scattered around, but they were not dead,the closer I got, the stranger it became,was I perplexed to find they were all the same. Fragmented was I into different pieces,all of which fit into a single puzzle of my mind,It all came to an end,when I stopped to pretend. Havish S,Class 8 A,Soundarya School CBSE
