Mine
Insects scurry away
From trampling
human feet
I jump and scamper
All down the street at night
No traffic holds me back
The road is mine
And I am free.
I look up at the street lamp
Drooping like an
ancient monk
It is only when I realise
There’s a faint drizzle, tonight
I skip all about the way
The light is mine
And I am free.
I run about the guava tree
The only tree around
Circling round and round
A puppy chasing its
own tail
Unembarrassed,
I climb up
The tree is mine
And I’m free.
Frogs croak away happily
And so do I, a song or two
Like a lunatic, I
ramble along
Tell the moon, I envy her
But no one calls me a creep
The air is mine
And I am free.
I am liberated to see
To touch, to feel, to hear,
to sing
I am the most of me
Nobody to share the
sheer joy
Of silent isolation
The night is mine
And I am free.
— Rhea Gurung, Class X,
St Mary’s High School, Jawalakhel