A landscape of sorrow With the first drop of dew,  Starting my day anew, Feeling the tremors of cold, Remembering stories left untold, I gaze out of the wooden window, Where the cows sleep under the tree’s shadow. Mountains echo the songs of pain, Craving to be touched by the wind and rain, Trees grow … Continue reading A landscape of sorrow | Poem by Aarna, 11, Gurgaon