Nayanika Prusty, Class 10, Kendriya Vidyalaya no.2, Bailey road, Patna
Is it me ? Am I the only one who has lost her guard ? I miss wearing sweaters and boots and my favourite pair of jeans… I miss brimming with laughter while loitering in topsy-turvy streets under the umbrella of my father… I miss not only my guard, but the guard of the nation ~ my father. Father! Tell when will you come? The onset of the summer and the April shrinks my hopes into an end… Father! Tell when will you come? I care not for summer, days too long and waits too worn out. No one to hear my wailings! Father! When I everyday see mom crossing her fingers and chanting your name in front of the Great God, I don’t cry or lament, rather I feel proud as a military child. When the leaves are getting sorrel… When I’m walking on the crunchy leaves… When my heart burst into tears, then I realise what you said. I realise the motto of our life that, “There is still hope , you dare not lose” But, today speaking from the heart beneath, in this lonely environment and in front of this sweet yellow coloured dandelion, I surrender and say, “I am just done with summer and my last hope for you !”