Soumee Bhaumik, VII B (2018 – 19)

Writing down word after word,
A series of images floating through my head.
Hot coffee getting cold,
The unsure part of me becoming bold.
Wanting to hear the words waiting to be spoken,
The temptation of hearing a song waiting to be written.

My pen wants something new to write every time.
Myriad emotions swim in my mind.
Candle flickering, cool wind brushing against my hand,
As I drift off to memory land.
Relishing the feeling of putting my name at the end of a poem,
A smile plastered on my face,
As I read my poem for the last time in a slow pace.