Sparsh Jain, Class IX C
Inspired by ‘The Lake Isle of Innisfree’
In cases like mine where there’s no room for relaxation and fun,
One often wishes to forget the world and lie in the bright sun,
To escape to a place….
Where all you can hear is the rustling of leaves,
The flowing river and the buzzing bees.
Where day begins with the chirping of birds and ends with the same.
A place far from this world, a place without a name.
Where nature’s at work, calming you down,
Where emotions convert into happiness from frown.
That is a place I dream of when I am in pain,
That’s perfect for short escapes before joining the race AGAIN.
