Poem 11

                                  Our Indifference

Thou can't make me depart so easily,
I doth not tarry now being hastily,
Because the maze is formed in this life
That cannot be repelled not retard by knife,
But by an element called attestation
Of thy presence would reveal mine every situation
Be true and I would be freed,
Freed from thy memories and never-ending deed;

That day, I would lose, lose your memories
That were solely mine and that I will hath grieves,
I would regret not to follow your signs anymore,
I could then not feel thy sensation anymore;
That day I would create no difference,
'Cause then I would prove me human with evidence.

   
                                             - Ishika Jain 

* A sonnet, written in the form of Petrarchan sonnet; two stanzas followed by an octave and a sestet.