The key maker seated himself, On a tiny corner in a lonely road As others greeted the new vendor, Few were warm but most were cold.

You've healed so wonderfully, As if your wounds were never there, And yet you show them off with pride Without reminiscing in despair

Illustrated by Dhriti Guruprasad

He gingerly walked alongside the bank of Brahmaputra, consciously trying hard to hide amongst the bushes.