Author: Riddhima Bhargava, Class VI B
Butterfly
When I see a butterfly
I wonder where it came from
From the chamber of Independence to pond of hard work
Every step she takes is of bravery
Every breath it takes can be the last
But still she stands tall with beauty and grace
But she still forges ahead towards the void of emptiness
But she still keeps hope for a sweeter flower tomorrow.
Carefree
I see outside my window an eagle soaring by
With all its charm and glamour
And the
Darkness within its conscience
With its duplicitous personality
And the
Demon within its soul
It sours high in the sky
Without a care
Of those who despise them anymore
