Darkness Of Light

• Sanjula Khattar, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2019

A bright rising and shiny day,
The souls are playing with mother.
She is always there to play with them even if it's a bad weather.
She tries her best to make everyone happy,
So invites guests but they make it the worst.

When we are listening to the wind that comes from trees,
Listen to it suffer when the moment freezes.
Hear the screaming of the souls,
I think our mother is angry at the knolls.

They struggle without any fear,
The move without a tear.
They feel the silent night,
They try to feel that fight.
There is always a light,
Without a sight, all though not so bright.