Student Blog Published on 2023-01-24 Trishna Bansal X “I” It’s winter, The garden is changing its attires So do the leaves Turning yellow, red and falling near my feet I hear people calling From behind Shooting and running on my way Still I hear a voice Shrilling and thrilling Into the deep woods Here the water begins to cool No wonder where they are Then I found my self-hypnotized I walked on the cold floor I awoke found myself on my bed I still wonder Was the laughter I hear? Every day cold enough, to scare me up? - Trishna Bansal X “I”
