Written by: Hardik Sharma Phuyal - 29047, Grade VI
Posted on: 15 November, 2022
I can't see how I am growing.
The thing I can see
Is my shadow growing
As far as possible
I wish to grow like a tree
Slowly but bigger than anyone.
I remember the days,
When I was young,
My cheeks were pulled by everyone
Now I am barely remembered by anyone
It is painful to see yourself grow.
Guess what,
I can't be bent or broken.
But I can grow like a river’s flow
So that I can shine
Shine above the stars.
