The Life Of A Student

Lost in thoughts of life,
I looked out at the nature ,
With eyes of perplexed strife.

The rose-scented shrubbery,
The bugs with purple wing,
It was a sight of joy ,
To hear the birds that sing

Yet sorrow and misery ,
Clouded on my mind.
I knew what did concern me ,
and all of my own kind.

Children who bare the tensions ,
Their burden on their souls,
With eyes of much disparity,
And nature of a troll

Struck by the pang of joy,
or sometimes by the pain
They often have to venture ,
Through dark and solitary lanes.

Smiling at their follies,
laughing at success,
They learn the hard ways quickly ,
with hearts in great distress..

Gentle as a flower,
Softer than a breeze ,
Yet bolder than a warrior
Vigil as the trees

Let them be as timid,
as a bright young colt,
Let there hands not bear,
signs of fire bolt.

Childhood is a bliss
Nature is an art,
Spoiling either of them
Is horrendous on our part…..

composed by swayam......