The Witching Hour Poem by: Bhavit Vatta, Class XII B, Apeejay School, Panchsheel Park

Feelings bottled up all inside,
Took off the cover,
They find no way to hide,
Gushing out in the starlit nights,

Makes me sadder, for it’s a lover’s plight,
I wore the armor of the emotionless knight,
Waited for the passing of these stormy nights,

Now it’s sunny, heaven in sight,
So I took off the armor,
Only to find it empty inside.

Bhavit Vatta
Class XII B
Apeejay School, Panchsheel Park