The sun was yellow,
And so were the flowers.
Her heart was mellow,
As she has been through darkest hours.
She always wanted to listen to the songs of silence, but
It wasn’t until now she realized,
That was the only thing she had ever heard.
She has a garden full of flowers built up in her head,
She has a million things left unsaid.
Always thought, she was the moon,
Only a reflection of someone else.
Because some people are dense,
How can you not sense,
Always hiding in the shadows,
because there was no fort to hide in,
Waiting for the sun to paint the horizon,
Waiting for the last strike of the lightning.
Muskan Vaida
Class XII