Written by: Eshita Lal - 28015, Grade VII
Posted on: 17 August, 2022
I am here in a broken world.
Where you have no words,
You are there in the crowd.
I am here, alone and not so proud.
I sit by myself.
And think to myself,
A world to be thought of,
A world to be brought about,
You may disagree.
You may displease
But oh, my friend!
My imagination, my world.
I don't want to be stuck here.
I don't want to be lost here.
I wish to have a place,
To chase in my own space.
I can see you smile,
I can see you are alive,
I can make my own world,
And always keep it preserved.
When I am broken,
I take a token,
To go back to my world,
My imagination, my world.
I can think of myself as an angel,
I can make myself a devil,
I can go into the mountains.
I can dive into the Oceans.
As it is my imagination, my world.
