Author: Niti Totla, Class VIII F
I asked the girl who rode the Moon, and asked what she had seen,
She answered with a couplet which was poetic like a dream.
She told me about the stormy seas where ships would take their last breath,
She told me about the peaceful stream that flowed from the west.
She told me about the scorching desert where camels ruled the lands,
She told me about the freezing ones with white as the colour of their sands.
She told about the wars infinite which were happening in the world which was ours,
The earth which once was lush and green was now being engulfed by the demon of war.
She told me about the air, grey,
Which covered our planet, which once was happy, healthy, blue-green and gay.
She told me how the Earth looked covered by the shadows of evil:
The planet which once looked bubbly and lively,
Now looked grief-stricken, depressed and full of misery.
She told me how the planet had been, voice dripping with nostalgia:
Glorious creatures roaming the place,
Beautiful birds chirping and dancing with grace.
Alas! The only song heard now, was of violence and disgrace.
She told me about a dream she had seen,
Filled with excitement, she had seemed.
She told me about a peaceful paradise,
Where humans had already opened their eyes.
She asked me to take an oath that day,
To spread the message, she gave.
We need to work hard to save the day,
After all, one in a million is the planet in which we stay.
