R
Prathyusha Madhu
Grade XII GPS(I)
January-
I am cold and I am sunflowers
I am jarring and I am contrast
One minute I feel the leftover blues of december
calling me to look over the stash of faded polaroids
and leaf through your photo book
Akash Ajith
IX D
And the next
I’m do-to-do lists and bulletin points,
I am a new start- a fresh bloom of a tree, It’s the last day of school
(nothing can stop me) I feel very cool,
And I tell myself There’s a big grin on my face
you’re only the beginning I have only one last day to face!
and you will always be
just I sit quietly in a corner
a Trying to hide the sheer excitement
beginning. I tap my fingers impatiently
But when I meet you, February While thinking about the summer blissfully.
I’m not just an introductory
I’m melting snowflakes It’s the last period of the day
And My grin still did not fade
I’m pretty flowers I am at the edge of my seat
And azure skies Then the moment of magic arrives!
I become a story and
every day I jump gleefully
is a new chapter. And run down the steps joyfully
I too, have a prologue, an epilogue I stand straight facing the afternoon sun
and everything that comes in between Welcome summer, at last you have arrived!
I too, have a story that spans for 365 days
with the body that I am
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