Still the buses ring with haste,
Alarming the children at next stop.
Still little leaves fall or fly away,
Swaying as the cold winds rush.
.
The old clock chimes and pushes us forth,
Chiming as every minute drops,
But the sky is still moist with dark,
The sun coated in dusty froth.
.
I perceive the changes changing every day,
‘Oh, where are the musical larks?’
And found my mother behind me say
‘And have you not forgotten your school sweater dear!’
~Kunjal Gupta
Hello everyone this is Kunjal Gupta and my first post on MusingsOfMind!! Would love to know if you have ever experienced deep thinking and forgotten the important stuff😃
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