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QUIET SPOTLIGHT

The boxes stack, the walls go bare
A new address, a fresh despair,

He learned too soon the ache

Of leaving Crying and grieving.
Believing his friendship would last,

Each goodbye faster than the last.

The pain of parting grew too deep, too wide,

So from the schoolyard he begins to hide
Letting solitude become his day

To keep him at bay.

They say he’s distant, maybe cold or proud,
But they don’t see the world behind the shroud.

They talk about him, not with care,
As if his feelings aren’t there.

He finds no comfort in being loud,

A book’s worn spine is his preferred crowd.

He doesn’t raise his hand to show his might,

He saves his knowledge for darker nights.
When a friend is called and starts to freeze

He whispers clues with gentle ease.

PRISHA DHAWAN
GRADE 11
NAND VIDYA NIKETAN
JAMNAGAR

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