Tanu Rajangaonkar, Class X
The green, soft, luminous plain
Was showered by a drop.
Like the cravings of the crops
On the land above.
Slipping down through the velvet
Crawling with a snake’s fate;
Opaqueness lost, clear as a crystal
The world could be seen through
With a panoramic view.
The twirls and turns
Like a york of a belle dancer;
Clicked by the world
Which conjectures
‘Is this the best picture?’
Unlike, subjects of a kingdom
Who follow the mainstream,
This is a brook on a leaf
Cutting down the way.
