Universe of you
Sometimes when I look up at the dusky clouded sky hoping to find a moon, an answer,

All I see is a celeste black Hiding answers behind silvery back but that does not mean My answers don't exist 

Or that they won’t uncover Unless I am dead, all they mean is that the moon 
needs time, after all 

Its light is meticulously divine But my answers will shine on me eventually even if time has To take centuries. 

For how else would I admire 
The greatest truth untold
But to a few who were worthy;
Saints and warriors with Minds unearthly bestow my best in the stones I said,

So that if i die, Someone will Find my questions lingering Instead... An 'Avventura' of Clouds in the shades of blue Wander, Looking for Reasons and Places To Fall,

The mighty king on the chariot and his kingdom of gods... Savouring the beauty of the tree tops, of men whose deeds and mistakes Have Shaped The world...

To The Agog Astonished Arrays Of Clouds, We Yonder like Them; On Their Notion Of Love... For Some They Shed The tears Of Joy,

For Some The Seeds Of Sorrow They Sow, But What Of The King And The Chariot, I ask, His Transience Of Which He Dare Not Bask?

What of The Shades That Grow Darker With The Night... Submerging 'The Blue In A Blackish Delight'...,
Indeed Like The Man...
As He Wrinkles His Face...

Harshavardhana Ojha
Class XII
St Michael's High School