Japleen Kathoor, Class 8, Deens Academy, Bengaluru
Seeds of love you sow, And so I grow. A tree stands tall in no time, But you don’t have a dime. You gather your tears of anger, and throw; A tree more forlorn than you’ll ever know. You regret loving for a taste of it will never be enough, You let go as it gets rough. Your giant heart has no space for me, A tree in a land of roots gets lonely. Labelled a misfit, I survive to prove you wrong, In hopes you might change your mind along. You never meant to look after what you create, But to forget your mistakes ain’t it a bit too late? Maybe the world isn’t the vicious one I knew, Maybe it was you. I raise myself as I let slip You were the one supposed to shake my crib. But it’s alright for now I know, I’m alone in this show. I’ll become my own saviour, Forget what we were. Living is easy when there’s no one to push me down, The second I get higher than the ground.