Author: Nyasa Kamargaonkar, Class IX A
In the midst of every
Everything is so clearly a blur.
I seem to know the road,
But not the pace.
Each day is so properly woven
In the tangled threads.
What’s the matter? I don’t know.
Everything is so lovely.
Even the dilemma looks adorable.
Dust once under my shoes
Now all over like a mist.
It’s a lovely mist of green and blue,
and white and orange.
Sometimes black and even rosy hue;
Rainbow of gazillion colours
Amass in the garbled sky.
The mist shall fade soon.
Maybe also the reason for my ease.
But to be honest;
It’s all so lovely when it’s clearly a blur.
