Mansi Choudhary, Class X A
Its either dusk or dawn,
I can see the shadow cast on.
It’s mesmerizing as it ‘dis-closes’
I stand amidst the feast of roses.
The pleasure of its aesthetic touch,
The fragrance so deep,
I’m bewitched.
I can hear its sigh
It says beseechingly,
“Let me live.”
Live aspiration lights up his life
Gives him happiness long, along the time.
Looking at the mere rose, I asked myself,
“Can’t we leave our avarice?”
Its either dusk or dawn,
I see the shadow cast on
The bloom mesmerizing as it ‘dis-closes’
I stand amidst the feast of roses.
