Athiya Fathima Tawfiq, Class 7, Mahatma Gandhi International School, Port Blair
A pen to write a story, A paper to script it down. These are combined forces, a song, not yet sung. Everyday I come to this corner, My imagination- wild. And then it takes me to the place, But I guess I was just blind. The imagination inside me burst out its flames, Opening, a new door of possibilities. I roam around this world, While it simply makes me smile. A new world every day, Etched in my paper, and pen.