‘Impcrobi’: Poem by  Saurabh Mishra, Apeejay School, Panchsheel Park

From the top of the rays, I’m chasing the sunshots
This night is like a cold kingdom; your steps are fireballs.
Let me run in this weather, making snow fall like stars—
Could you let me go?
From burning stars to the end of nine dimensions,
Where am I?
Let me run—I will make the stars burn more!
I’m not a miracle, but I’ll create one.
I need to show my energy; otherwise, they won’t understand!
I won’t lose my mind, but I’ll lose other things.
Let the sun emit energy,
Let the moon capture the sun’s light,
Let the planets revolve around the sun,
Let the thunder display its power.
Because the one who emits energy and vibes,
Draws people to their orbit.
Let me be Impcrobi!