Aarya Vishal Pawar
Flying high, In the sky, Racing with clouds, There’s no one to crowd. I love the peace, That I think is never going to cease. But is this true? The sky in blue, The clouds in queue. Am I dreaming? I see something coming. Oh! Is this my mom? There’s something wrong. I bet, I’m not awake yet. To meet the sky, I’ll surely try!!