My Pen
by Aarav Trivedi, 15 years old
Thoughts in my brain,
and a pen in my hand.
A bright day
turning my dark night
into a band of light.
by Aarav Trivedi, 15 years old
Thoughts in my brain,
and a pen in my hand.
A bright day
turning my dark night
into a band of light.
The balloon floated around like the cloud men drifting off,
The balloon flew like the phoenix basking in the glory of the sun,
The balloon was as weightless as a dandelion riding the wind,
The balloon shone like pearls on the beach.
The darkness closes in, enveloping my doubts,
splitting the voices inside me like threads.
Temporary relief
knowing it will soon return.
I remember the moment vividly,
The Moment of despair,
Realizing that I am so different from others,
Belittled by society,
That looks down on different ones.
Others call me an orphan,
but that’s not what I believe.
My mother is always around me,
whether I’m in Anchorage or Surat.
She walks in and says “Good Morning”
And flashes her charming smile without a warning
Her gorgeous eyes stare with a charismatic glow
As she says “Darling, won’t you say hello?”
In Japan, I found myself again,
From busy but clean streets,
To lush and green countryside.
A land so busy, yet so calm,
It was so bright, so clean,
With the Cherry blossom’s gentle breeze.
I was as busy as a bee,
But then my brother started to iron my head.
I just hoped he wouldn’t spill the beans,
I sat silently, filled with dread.
Anyone can put me down,
Still, no one will see me frown.
Bitterness will not affect me,
Sweetness will always attract me.
This poem has been composed by 11-year-old Shaurya Gupta from Hyderabad and was chosen by the Jury as the Runner-Up of ‘Best Poem of the Year’ award at the BTB Wordsmiths of the Year Awards 2023.
Finally, I am conquering the feat
Of making the world’s most beastly sandwich seen
Poisonous if you do eat
Enough to make one’s mouth go scream