Absurdism – Arha Singh | The Quill 1

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This poem is a commentary on the absurd nature of social constructs, coping mechanisms, and the human condition through the writer's eyes.

It was drowning. In its name, the voices sang. In its name, screens burned and whispered as it liked, and in its name, everything that ever shone gold was ending. It was drowning. In a school, in (3)

It was drowning. In its name, the voices sang. In its name, screens burned and whispered as it liked, and in its name, everything that ever shone gold was ending. It was drowning. In a school, in (3)

It was drowning. In its name, the voices sang. In its name, screens burned and whispered as it liked, and in its name, everything that ever shone gold was ending. It was drowning. In a school, in

It was drowning. In its name, the voices sang. In its name, screens burned and whispered as it liked, and in its name, everything that ever shone gold was ending. It was drowning. In a school, in

It was drowning. In its name, the voices sang. In its name, screens burned and whispered as it liked, and in its name, everything that ever shone gold was ending. It was drowning. In a school, in (1)

It was drowning. In its name, the voices sang. In its name, screens burned and whispered as it liked, and in its name, everything that ever shone gold was ending. It was drowning. In a school, in (1)

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