I think of the life I’ve seen
Over the past 17 years
I didn’t always feel so blessed
I didn’t always conquer my fears
What can a boy of 17 do?
Not much I suppose,
For I’ve just learnt to fly.
My thoughts have been caged,
By bars I cannot meet
I want to fly high
I want to know how it feels,
to touch the sky
If only someone opens the door
If only someone lets me soar
Life’s beautiful, for those who believe
My life’s a cardigan I’m yet to weave
For some, life is black and white
For some, life’s aesthetic;
stardust and moonlight.
Don’t start running,
for you’re meant to fall again
You’ll fall ‘til you learn to rise
You’ll fall ‘til it stops to pain
It’s just the dark clouds you’re afraid of,
Don’t worry it’ll rain.
Like teardrops running down your cheeks
It’ll wash away the pain.
– Shreyas Dhar, Amity International School, Noida2 Likes