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, Noida


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