Author: Danica Sharma, Class VIII D
Sittin’ in my room on a dark night
Hoping I could freeze all my happy times.
Echoes of the past slippin’ in my mind
Slowly drifting towards the silver night
Maybe heard a sound calling me
I wish I could respond in my sleep
Writing my thoughts on a paper
Wishing to store all my memories
They fly up like vapours, can’t catch them
And in the silence I find peace alone.
Whispers of the night, fading with the dawn.
