Rhyme Time
Day and night

The sun rising in the East,

Pouring its golden beams over hill tops;

With a leap it moves up high in the sky

Illuminating people’s minds.

Until, towards the horizon it moves

The sky too on its greatness smiles and blushes:

As red as rose it seems for being with him;

It says — O’Sun! Please take me along with thee.

Then comes the silvery Moon, crawling round and round

It consumes all the darkness

And throws its soothing

Beams in the valleys and o’er the hills.

It seems the Sun and the Moon are on the merry-go-round,

Whose axis is an unseen presence:

They come and go

Only to be back again each day —

And thus goes on the play of light and darkness.

My boiling anger overflows,

It leaks out and stains.

I turned the gas up to high,

I struggle to put on the lid.

The world is now against me,

Lying, unfair.

I run around steaming,

Slowly going to a simmer.

I reach the point where

I stop,

There is no gas left.

Bharti Gupta, IX,
Ideal Convent School, Kurukshetra

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