Written by: Anukrama Paudel - 22031, Grade XI
Posted on: 12 January, 2021
Sparkling stars, suspicious tasks, wish to regret;
hey shooting star, where do you go taking all the secrets?
sitting on the terrace amidst the whistling cold wind,
willing to move on but hope doesn't give a hint.
I loved and loved; stated once that some things cannot be solved.
when the lines of hands and hands calmed,
Didn't get it; I never owned you,
cause your mind had a crew.
The wind blew high, and the moon slowly witnessed cry.
