I’m a novelette placed in a rack
Surrounded by thick volumes of life stories
My identity goes unnoticed trapped between The covers of my neighboring souls
Lost somewhere on a library shelf
Confined space, rare escapes to be read
My thickness yet less
My pages yet numbered
My life might be short
And I may not be the best seller
But I’ve my own story, my own expressions
My sheets marked by MY words
I can’t breathe if even a single page of me is plagiarized
Set me free, for I can’t let others claim my story!
Samra Zafar is a seventeen year old writer. She uses her writing to give vent to her thoughts regarding society, people and whatever happens in her surroundings. She wishes to be read and heard by thousands of people.