The Festival of Joy
The sun poked me
Through the curtains.
The rainbow was smiling in the sky.
Suddenly the fresh drops of water
Touched my face.
Made me cheerful,
Erased the roughness inside.
The sky embraced me with open arms,
I became more beautiful.
The north wind was blowing,
Cooling my mind.
My heartstrings began playing,
I realized it was a new world.
The writer is a student of class X at Bangladesh International School And College.
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