Author: Anush Khandelwal, Class IX D
The phoenix, a bird of might,
Rises from the cold night,
From the ashes, burnt and grey,
It rises, to face a new day.
Above every challenge it soars,
No matter how hard the rain pours,
Even in the darkest of dark,
Flickers of hope will spark.
So just like the phoenix, get up and rise,
Waiting ahead is your prize,
Don’t give up even if you fall down,
Rise from the ashes, and claim your crown.
