Athulya Gopalakrishnan
Wednesday, June 9, 2021

It was on a spring day,

When the flowers bloomed and

The nature's children sang,

With the brightening of the sky I waited.

I wish I could say this,

But the winter left us cold.

Deep down became heartless and cold;

But young to know to the core,

I knew our youth,

Crumbling like paper.

Yes, did I work hard

For someone I hoped to find

For someone who didn't know I exist.

So as my future flourishes,

Will you come when the Camelia blooms?

Athulya Gopalakrishnan
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