World Poetry Day

A Misunderstood Guy

Once upon a time,
I alone walked through foggy line,
Having a letter in my hand
I moved and moved across the moist sand.

The wind blew like opposed the sight of mine
chill ran down my spine,
I felt a person behind my back
My courage had a sudden lack.

I stopped walking so did he
Maybe he wanted something from me,
I started to feel uneasy
His sight made me feel dizzy.

A sudden voice came from behind
The man cried, “Can you tell me the way to the post office, if you won’t mind?”

I turned around after hearing the cry
and he was a well charming guy.

–Aashay Guleria, Class VIII A, GD Goenka Public School Dhagwar, Dharamshala, Kangra, HP

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