Author: Mridul Jain, Class VII B
I like the smell of dear earth,
And how the light spring rain carries in it
Upon the singing notes of the mynah
And behold heaven in a minute!
How cyclists swish through muddy grounds
How horses clip-clop, clip-clop to several rounds
How sparrows kiss the blest skies, and…
A finer class of humans; with their Buddha smiles
Who like the kindful rains, free the world of lies,
Who make lovely magic go on for miles
And these who bask in golden Sun
Are why heaven on Earth has begun!
Are why heaven on Earth has begun!
