Veruschka Pandey, Class 8, The International School Bangalore (TISB), Bengaluru
Even when the inhabited orb shakes With all its toppling thickets and lucid lakes There will be a girl who makes Magic in rhythm, music in grace Poetry is her face. Even when the winds combine And blow away all that’s fine There will be a girl, whose paper will be designed Of thoughts refined and music unwind, when the world is blind Poetry is her mind. Even when the sky falls apart And tumbles upon our crafted creations from the start There will be a girl, whose papers impart Times which elapsed, civilisations restart Poetry is her heart.