By Vedansh Mahajan
With the passage of time
As days and nights intertwine
With the fresh scent of a lime
I sense the days that approach
I see the days of peace
Coming with the change of breeze
The trees jiggle with joy
Like a sweet, little boy
The sky lives up to its name
Like the color blue of a flame
And if rain ever came,
The children star their own games
The constellations shone bright
At the peak of the night
As they smiled at the sight
Of people waving their way
(My body feels light
As I take in the air
My mind becomes free
As I dwell in the light)
On the brink of horizon
I wait for their arrival
I have hope in my eyes
And a hint of a smile
By Vedansh Mahajan
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