Surfer's poem: Himalaya
Sometimes like a giant, stops the clouds and cold winds, sometimes like a saint, bringing our rain, that is mountain, writes Aman.Updated: Feb 06, 2006 13:24 IST
I still remember that night,
When maths left a terrible fright,
What would happen in the test?
Thinking that, I couldn't rest.
The next day came with the test,
And now I asked, what next?
When the test paper came in front of me,
Nothing clear, could I see?
In fright I gave a loud scream,
And then realised, it was just a dream,
The following day, I practiced till night,
And then I did each sum complete and right.
Mount Carmel School
First Published: Feb 06, 2006 13:24 IST