Samridhi Neelam Nain

Zero At the bus stop she stood again, It was too early, yet she stood there in the rain, Her shoes all muddied like the view of people with no ground, Heart buckled, throat croaked with the tie around, Nails done perfectly with bits of dirt under it, Initials of people who weren’t really people on her skin sits Like cheated words written for the next lesson, #Poetry #OpenMIC