Author: Nayesha Chadha, Class VII C
To falling petals
No one reaches their hand
With a cold smile
Mixed with sadness
Petals keep slowly falling
As the wind blows
Petals keep slowly falling
Where the fallen heart goes
Is it at least warmer than here?
Gazing at the blue sky
Trying to bloom again
Rivers heavier than tears
Trees filled with blossoms
Iris getting wet with light rain
Is it the happiest in the world,
Where the falling flower goes?
