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Introspect

Noted Nest

By Rishika Jain



Sitting in a hall, curious eyes on him,

With the same question in their minds.

“How do you write these stories, Mr Grimm,

With such details and unbelievable sights?


Can you interact with other world creatures?

Or just fiction for your imagination and thought?”

Listening, Grimm looked at the interviewer,

Himself blind-sighted by visions of distraught.


Thoughts running through his clueless mind,

“Should I tell them the truth about losing my home

And snatch away their belief, leaving them blind?

The body is mine, but the soul is unknown”


“Stories are the memories you live through.”

Smiling, the demon in me took his pride.


By Rishika Jain



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