It was all dark. And there was silence.
There were drops of tears. And drops of blood.
And there was the Calculus book.
And the mobile beside.
Raindrops outside. Falling.
Falling silently.
The blood tasted bitter.
But it was all red.
The fan went round.
And round. And Round.
On the bed.
There was a diary.
Full of hopes.Dreams.Memories.
Now Closed.
Outside, there was the red cloud.
And the blue drops.
And the green leaves.
And the white purity.
Inside.
There was me.
Colourless.
