Author: Diya Gupta, Class VIII F
Is this joy?
Because I think it might kill me.
Shall I compare you with wild nights of Sydney?
Lividness, betrayal and happiness, all that at once.
No Sydney is in order.
But you were a whole new disorder.
Last scene of awe
That ended this organised flaw
Was the blissful unforgettable night.
One that everyone saw.
You came like a dream I didn’t expect,
A little too wrong, a little too perfect.
With every smile, you broke a rule,
Taught my heart in a different school.
You weren’t peace, but you felt so right,
Like stars that shine in the middle of night.
You were a storm I never flew through.
