I confess my love to the roses by the brook,
Each minute, every second I spend here
Is in peace, the superficial and inane long forsook.
I am entranced by the petrichor in the air,
The scent disregards the worries I have
my sense of vulnerability lays bare
In the midst of an audience of a thousand stars,
I realise that heaven is a place on earth
Stained by our malicious chars.
– Aadya Handa, Delhi Public School, Noida10 Likes