“Name four good things about yourself,” they asked.
Why four? I can name sixteen, I boldly thought.
And yet, I clipped the wings of eight, For they felt falsely wrought.
“Name four good things about yourself,” they asked.
I still have eight, I quietly whispered. I shook my head and eviscerated four, Fate lay her head bare as she snickered.
“Name four good things about yourself,” they asked.
Only four remain, I melancholically sigh.
I bury them underneath a pile of disaffection, As I gratify this pitiful act of self-depreciation.
“Name four good things about yourself,” they asked.
I stood there unnervingly naked, With a scratched out list,
Of sixteen things, that left me jaded.
Vedant Bhardwaj Singh is a student at Hidayatullah National Law University with an interest in creative writing.