I dream of a cliff,
Alongside which
I walk for miles,
In utter silence,
Floating out and in
Of the eternal abyss,
Like a happy child,
Ignorant of science.
But then a blow
Pushes me below
The lucid clouds,
Of pure innocence.
And I fall,
With no control,
Into the crowd
That reeks of indifference.
I lay still
On the grass, until
A gust of wind
Rubs against my face,
Startling me awake,
From a sleep so fake.
I stand to run,
In the real race.
Here, I find creatures,
With distinctive features,
Who run and fall,
And laugh and cry.
From them, I learn
That on every turn
Life takes, we have
A thousand chances to fly.
Thereafter one day,
I stroll in the shade,
And feel a light touch
On my bare shoulder.
Looking behind,
I smile to find
A freshly fallen flower,
Caught on my collar.
It lies in my palm,
And smells of dreams,
Like the one I had,
And it strikes me, that
Every time a person has
A falling dream,
A flower falls,
Into the lap
Of mother nature,
Reminding us
That fallen things,
Are indeed,
Beautiful.
~Urvi Shukla, Amity International School, Noida
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