Author: Mehar Luthra, Class VI C
Here we are sitting in our house waking up
to that same screen as every day.
There we were chatting on the bus and
walking through those hallways.
Oh, how much I miss those days
The teachers coming in one by one.
Teaching us wonderful things that helped us in
the real world.
Oh how much I miss those days
When we could have put down our masks.
While now I have no right to put them down.
But maybe we needed to end those days for our Mother.
So that she could breathe
So that she could see
She could have less pollution in her sky and more clouds that fill her sky.
Oh how much I miss those days but maybe not as always.
