HARSHITA SRIVASTAVA
The summer breeze blows as she stands,
On the sea shore.
Light blue waters,
Meeting the golden horizon.
A magenta piece of cloth,
Adorning her beautiful body,
Dancing with the wind,
On that midsummer evening.
A magical lash of the waves,
Just kisses her bare feet.
Bowing down before her,
As her magnificence speaks.
An enchanting look spreads across,
When a summer evening,
Could be so beautiful,
Capable of being everything.
Lost in a whirlpool of thoughts,
She stands staring,
At the mystery of the horizon,
Where meets the sea and sky.
Realities of life come alive,
As the wind kills the heat,
She breathes a trickle of air,
Fading it into that endless breeze.
The sun has now disappeared,
Night sets its foot,
A beautiful evening indded,
With summer and no heat.
Only thoughts play their parts,
Moulding the place and time,
Into an everlasting wonderland,
Where only beauty speaks....
CLASS 12 SECTION A
On the sea shore.
Light blue waters,
Meeting the golden horizon.
A magenta piece of cloth,
Adorning her beautiful body,
Dancing with the wind,
On that midsummer evening.
A magical lash of the waves,
Just kisses her bare feet.
Bowing down before her,
As her magnificence speaks.
An enchanting look spreads across,
When a summer evening,
Could be so beautiful,
Capable of being everything.
Lost in a whirlpool of thoughts,
She stands staring,
At the mystery of the horizon,
Where meets the sea and sky.
Realities of life come alive,
As the wind kills the heat,
She breathes a trickle of air,
Fading it into that endless breeze.
The sun has now disappeared,
Night sets its foot,
A beautiful evening indded,
With summer and no heat.
Only thoughts play their parts,
Moulding the place and time,
Into an everlasting wonderland,
Where only beauty speaks....
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