Time flies : Find joy in small moments| Poem by 13 year old Krisha from Delhi

Today I can’t help but remember those days
When I had endless time to continue my silly ways
When everything was fine and

Bedtime was around nine.

Everyday I went out to play
When my life was not yet sculptured

It was but a lump of modeling clay.

When I was fresh as a miniature plant
When I wasn’t coerced to take a chance

Happiness ,sadness, anxiety wasn’t felt by me
Because I was but all day free

These 13 years of my existence have not been a poem but surely a perplexing story

Though I am still a young tree whose fruit is unripe
But to cherish those blossoming moments
Today I am running out of time !