I find rain, dripping from the face of the sky
To an endless extent.
I find water, flowing through the streets
To an endless extent.
I find wind, rustling through the leaves
To an endless extent.
At last, I find myself sitting, watching nature
With no remorse, no thought, no will, no desire
In a silent paradise, I lie
A silence that feels almost as noise
For it feels like an endless loop
Where all is going in a group
Yet they seem so lonely at last
For loneliness is an adjective
Some have it and some don’t
Yet they all lie in the same path.
When lonely,
What matters is not the path
But what goes on in the heart
Bhavit Vatta
Class: 10-A
Apeejay School, Panchsheel Park