Advaita Shukla, Class IX E
(Prompt: On the lines of ‘Wind’ by Subramania Bharati, write a poem about a naughty cousin coming to visit you.)
Brother whenever you come,
I’m petrified to my core.
Because you tickle me so much,
That I run out of the door.
You want this, you want that,
I think I am going mad.
Going up the stairs and coming down,
To fetch what my master wants.
Your childish dreams, your eyes that gleam,
Fill me with love for you,
Although you trouble me,
Unintentionally so.
You laugh, you cry,
Although you trouble me,
I hate it when you say goodbye,
I love you after all!
