Likhit Sethi, Class IX E
(Prompt: On the lines of ‘Wind’ by Subramania Bharati, write a poem about a naughty cousin coming to visit you.)
When you come,
Don’t scribble in my book,
Or tear my origami,
Don’t throw my books or my toys,
Out of the balcony.
Oh no! You’ve done it all!
Torn them and thrown them out!
You even tore my pillow,
And when I pointed at you,
You used your greatest power –
Your irritating, loud and annoying cry!
But never feel I don’t love you,
I’ll always be there for you,
It’s a part of childhood to be naughty,
And who’s going to fill my life
With humour and cheer,
If it weren’t for you and your naughtiness?
Oh! My dear!
