Gurleen Arora, Class 7, Delhi Public School, Ghaziabad
Crocin, disprin and dolo, They all are medicines but with a hollow. They cure my headache, But not my heartache. They cure my temperature, But not my temperament. They cure my pains, But not my complains. One day I had fight with my sister, She had tore my school register. I became furious and gave her 4 slaps, real serious. She screamed and cried, “You are the worst sister” She replied. We both became very violent, And called our parent. I popped a disprin, But was not healed within. I held my grudges, And felt I was on crutches. 48 hours later, There came another creator. I banged at her again, But remembered my parents advice before I rained. I turned around and held out on the ground. I kept myself light and laughed out right. I flew with the flow, and let things go. The pain in my head vanished, And my heart ache banished. I smiled she laughed, I kissed she hugged. My mind soared in the air, And my feelings begin to repair. Somebody nice said it wise that, Laughter is the Best Medicine