The Witch
There lied something amongst the burned ashes
A heart so pure
Everyone gasped, how could the heart survive?
The witch was the one to die
Yet the heart unknowingly, unapologetically
Stayed unmoved
In the cold weather, where everyone trembled
The heart shined with the glimpse of sunshine
Through the darkened clouds
The hope resided
Tangled in knots of hatred for who she was
A witch, A bastard
And as they say, "The evil surely will burn"
The heart, the purity
Chose not to burn
Copyright © Sayona Chatterjee | Year Posted 2026
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