Gurleen Kaur, Class 12, DPS RK Puram, New Delhi
Come dear night,
My veil from all the,
Dreadful tales of the world,
As the sun spirals down,
I welcome you with open arms.
Lie with me,
Beneath the moon,
That’s not the least,
Ashamed to spy on our,
Little meeting.
The silence,
Left in the wake of dead,
Seems to be our piece,
Our cue for the ball,
That didn’t happen till yet.
Perfect twirls—
I can’t help but,
Feel your loneliness as comfort,
To me;
The night and I —
Perfect companions.
Nurturing Creativity – Keekli Charitable Trust, Shimla
