Dark clouds dull sky,
And thunderstorms lightening by,
Fantasize me they all,
Telling me ‘tis the nature’s call?
Not caring for thyself for thy sake,
Regret later don’t thy mistake.
I sayeth in my heart of hearts,
I have not slept a wink
Pulling myself apart,
Shattering in a blink.
A mirror am I?
On which thee see thyself,
Hope thou see a beautiful thou,
But after the latter happeneth,
Would I still be a precious view?
Student of Class 11th