Forged Paradise: A Poem by Nandhana SG

I built a little heaven with the bricks of hell,

gave it a name you love

and called it ‘Ours’

Until one day i burned up

from the heat of the walls

and became a refugee

fleeing a forged paradise.

And maybe you won’t notice

the cracked walls repainted,

with a fading shade of red

close to my lifeline.

And maybe it’s time

the world finally says

not a whisper in the dark,

Out loud, under the sun

"To be abused is not love

not in heaven

not in hell

and certainly, not at ‘Home’.

by Nandhana SG

Nandhana is a 20 year old CA final student currently pursuing her articleship. Her admiration for the English literature can be traced back to a time when she was a starry eyed 7 year old kid who treasured the works of Mark Twain. She adores poetry and has always been in love with the works of Oscar Wilde and Edgar Allen Poe. She writes poems as a way to free herself from this fast-paced world.