Lakshya Somani, Class X A
In search of water and food,
Long there a traveller stood,
On a path, long and crooked,
Wondering if he should give up.
Taken this journey through mountains and seas,
His aim was only to flee,
The dark asylum he used to call home,
Where, never had the sun shone.
A mad man is what they call him,
They punish him for committing an unknown sin,
For what reason do they chastise?
For what reason do they despise?
This innocent man whose heart has turned to stone
Now he is just a traveller in search of a real home.
