Unchained Me

By Ishita Bora

When the sky is covered with dark,

And there’s no happy mark

I would come out of the lifeless ring,

And drench myself in the spring.

Build a jolly well mood,

Go enjoy the lively wood.

Spread the wings of liberty,

And test nature’s ability.

Crinkling of the approaching rain,

Serene feeling being main

The beautiful coffee; warm,

With the exceeding storm.

As the drizzle grows faint,

Blessed feeling; saint.

An experience to treasure,

The happiness impossible to measure.

By Ishita Bora