Flower Hushh! They’ll hear you Crying inconsolably as you see all you had leaving you Sobbing As you see your dreams crashing Smile, they’ll say For you still have a lot stored for you There are so many reasons for you to be grateful, for you to Be happy But what if the only thing you ever loved Is gone Forever And your heart is broken up into A million pieces? So hushhh, you Flower What’s gone was never meant to stay No matter how bad Your heart Yearns to grab it again. The district sleeps As you mourn tonight All alone. Rhea Batra
Voices of Teenagers. They observe. They notice. They Feel. They reflect. They have opinions. They want to make a difference. They Aspire. They Ideate. They share.