Author: Rishita Neema, Class XI D
Welcome to the lonely forest
Where thinkers stay for the night,
A world away from people who sit at hearths laughing
Peeping eyes I await to view my tapestry.
Welcome to the lonely peaks
Where slight sunlight peeking from behind heights,
Greets me home each rise,
To caress the figure buried feet-deep in snow.
Welcome to the fiery lakes,
Where winds that once offered respite pull flames higher,
Until I reminisce life in a groundwork of ashes
And a sense of loss is rediscovered amidst the black moss.
Once I turn to the world of lies
No crack reflects to show them breaking outside
I catch my reflection in people of glass
And wonder if all imperfections come to pass.
When smoke settles and winter’s pass’d,
Only if one can get close enough to see
Nature’s old toys of framework
Creak not underneath.
Fairy tales give in to misery and then another springtime,
All love ends in war
Any survivors find themselves,
In someone’s warm arms.
Echoing in Nature’s song
The cycle goes on.
