MONALISA Pahari
Paschim Medinipur, West Bengal
Morning and evening, stuck indoors,
Face buried in a book
Can one really enjoy this life?
Does it bring any joy, any look?
Math, geography, and grammar
All so heavy on my head!
Homework isn’t even finished,
So I wail and moan instead.
Peeking in through the window
Is the naughty cloud fairy,
Waving her hand, she calls me,
“Come, let’s play—don’t tarry!”
The southern breeze gives a twirlTo the flowers in the pot,And brushes against me tooBy wish, or maybe not.
Suddenly, my heart takes flight
Floating with that breeze,
And blends with the cloud fairy
Beyond the sky, with ease.