Rishita Neema, Class VIII A
Let me sprinkle love,
On the fierce lands of hate,
Let me bring good luck,
In the dry moments of fate.
Let me nurture those,
Who have a hopeless, gloomy heart,
Let me bring them close,
The ones who have gone far apart.
Let me sow the seeds of diligence,
On the barren, unploughed land,
Let me become the mascot of peace,
Of the war-raging sand.
Let me become happiness,
The smile of every face,
Let me become the unspoken joy of laughter,
That reflects inner beauty and grace.
