Anhad Kathoor, Class 8 E, Deens Academy School, ECC Road, Bengaluru
A Flower Once Was a Bud The pain affects me no longer, I just got stronger. Day by day the mental scars of my pain are fading, Does that mean the war is over? My younger self-thought pain was never-ending, Little me thought the pain would choke her. Since then, a long way have we come. From losing a heart to putting on a brave face. Being scared, brave replace. A whole new person has I become. A flower once was a bud, It may take time but for sure it blooms.