Saanvi Kumar, Class 6, New Horizon Scholars School, Thane
I remember my home in the green fields of flower Where I used to dance in the golden shower Sunflower, Daffodil and Daisy were my best friends I hope someone listens to my laments Every bee loved me like his very own Here, I am on this land of concrete All alone, alone, alone I wonder in grief and pain I don’t have much days to remain Perhaps it is the fault of a man Who tore me apart from my land My delicate petals were burning in crimson heat And even if I died, my life was fully complete Even if I died, a lot I had already achieved The hasty wind blew in thrill I smiled in sorrow and said ‘I am a Daffodil’